Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Careers, artist - 22gz. Album song Growth & Development, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Careers |
| Ghosty |
| Sniper, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky |
| Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared |
| You niggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes |
| I gave you niggas careers |
| You should be grateful for me |
| Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads |
| We left him slumped in the whip |
| Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead |
| Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared |
| You niggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes |
| I gave you niggas careers |
| You should be grateful for me |
| Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads |
| We left him slumped in the whip |
| Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead |
| If it wasn’t on 22Gz |
| Nigga, who would you diss? |
| I 'on't even know you niggas |
| You don’t even spend |
| Hop out with snipers and blickys |
| Got flacos and trawlers |
| Parked up where you live |
| Niggas be sayin' it’s lit |
| But really that ain’t what it is |
| Pop out, that’s a stain on the blick |
| I ain’t heard your name in the mix |
| These niggas be playin' the snitch? |
| Matchin' the stains they ain’t get it |
| I ain’t emptied his name on a clip |
| 'Cause he tried to play with a blick |
| I’m puttin his name on cement |
| Whatever I’m sayin' I meant |
| Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared |
| You niggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes |
| I gave you niggas careers |
| You should be grateful for me |
| Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads |
| We left him slumped in the whip |
| Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead |
| Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared |
| You niggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes |
| I gave you niggas careers |
| You should be grateful for me |
| Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads |
| We left him slumped in the whip |
| Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead |
| I know these niggas my fans |
| Copy my back, my stance |
| Stealin' my drip, my swag |
| Might as well call me their dad |
| 'Cause I done fathered your flow |
| Took it from me and we already know |
| Niggas done copied my dance |
| Added they moves and made it they own |
| Niggas is duplicants |
| But they ain’t the real thing, they ain’t shootin' shit |
| What’s on your rap sheet? |
| Charges don’t tell me that you really clap heat |
| Catch you in the back street |
| Passenger side, sun roof or the back seat |
| You niggas ain’t active |
| You don’t make the movies, you niggas is actors |
| Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared |
| You niggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes |
| I gave you niggas careers |
| You should be grateful for me |
| Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads |
| We left him slumped in the whip |
| Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead |
| Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared |
| You niggas keep dissin' and droppin' rakes |
| I gave you niggas careers |
| You should be grateful for me |
| Say thank you to me 'cause we shootin' for heads |
| We left him slumped in the whip |
| Toe tag, they pronouncin' him dead |
| Bap-bap-bap |
| Suck my dick |
| Grrrrrrrr |
| Gang-gang-gang |
| Sniper, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky |