- Fiend Blue White Red 歌詞
- Fiend
- This is the trip to london
Backstreets or roads, drinks kinda cloudy, jones
Yep, yeah, international, ah, jjj jones
Just, let's go
I just wanna connect with y'all, you know
Tell you a little about the place where I'm from
International
Once a little boy cried wolf, no one would listen
Stranger things done happen for a piece of attention
Laid under that house for days, trigger itching
On his mind, sense something wrong with your audition
Moun matter, no cough until bug got 9 hammers
If money the root of evil, then god damn is
Figure of speech, let a ninja speak,
From a street, you don't hustle, you might not eat for weeks
Stackin like samuel jamil when you first rolled in
It's only 1 dice but it's 2 that I'm holdin
30 to 1 odd just save in the casion
25 large then wiping all your people
Walk a fine line, stay on point like a porcupine
Homies getting the pill, they didn't import to shine
Just the america I was given,
Pick the corner, make lemonade out of lemons
Wassup brother man, wassup, wassup, wassup
I see you out here hustling, hustle, hustle
You know, you know, you know
It's the blue, it's the white, it's the red
For some little money they will lay you dead
Will it change, will it change, will it change
It's the game, it's the game, it's the game
Name change to protect the innocent
This water got no limits gets
This for those that got senses
World wide membership, first time you ever summer pimmership
Same old, same old street relentlesness
Thousand dollar tennis, smashing arm with *****es with no limits
That's a lot of glare coming out that gold pendant
No pinchin for street players that's post pitchin
My **** happen was so close to sniffin
The passion get you killed in a second with only seconds
Needed to get it out, on begin the mean the rever
Princibalities, in every hood make casualties
Block dry you're back to smoke in that bag of tea
Trust little if any, if you agree
I only **** with a few, but that's just me
Just the america I was given,
Pick the corner, make lemonade out of lemons
Wassup brother man, wassup, wassup, wassup
I see you out here hustling, hustle, hustle
You know, you know, you know
It's the blue, it's the white, it's the red
For some little money they will lay you dead
Will it change, will it change, will it change
It's the game, it's the game, it's the game.
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