- GoldLink After You Left 歌詞
- GoldLink
- I made a hunnit thousand dollars this year, yeah
That still dont mean shit
My cousin Geetchie and his babymovah got into an accident
And lost her baby and we talkin bout this nigga Bruce a lady
That aint shit, nigga, huh
DC niggas legit now, yeah
See Black kids gettin killed by cops
White man wanna shoot us down, niggas started sellin rock
And who the fuck can stop us now?
My nigga, we aint shit, nigga
My old bitch lost a baby too
Aint know what the fuck to do
Right before the first tape
Almost killed a nigga for some Foams
And quit this rappin just to buy her shit
Yall niggas dont know this shit
Landover and smoke and dip
Aint even the half of it
Half a father, half a bitch, a half a brick
And have a bit of hope can take you far, shit
And this just the intro, nigga, I aint even spazzin yet
We aint even make it yet
Talk to me like Im that nigga, ask me who Im fuckin now
Momma cant go to family functions, they ask if Im around
Shout my cousin Tiana and bless her, bless her family too
Look at the nigga, look at the boy that I had grew into
The pressure of fame is gettin to me already
I cant tell Shakir to stop fuckin around with Setea
I cant tell my mama I aint go to school for Setea
I cant tell Setea I fell in love wit Rahwa first
Do you understand how much that shit might fuckin hurt?
That I put her ass third and my city first?
I never trust that nigga Que, aye fuck I do to you?
And fuck dat nigga Gleesh too, you aint bulletproof
Mo money, mo bitches, equal no problems
My cardiac be acting funny and my soul follows
Went to go-gos, to meet hoes, wit no fathers
Now my path righteous wit a light and gold bottles
I never thought Id be the nigga reppin westside
The crips love a nigga, say they rep the best side
Ill-rock, West Baltimore, you can meet the lord
See his physical features, delete you when you meet the God
Me and my father, we started speakin
Hate my uncle on my mama side, we started beefin
Kicked me out house, yeah I was homeless, wasnt eatin
Robbin, never gave a fuck about a job and
Trappin wit my nigga Sam and start romancin
Kali, we were gon get married, move to Cali
Porrah, Porrah yeah you drive me crazy
Why you leave me, baby?
Yeah, why you leave me , baby?
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