Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sharp Steel, artist - 38 Spesh. Album song 5 Shots - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: T.C.F
Song language: English
Sharp Steel |
| Yo, Yo |
| I’m in ah Bentley |
| But I want the Rolls truck |
| We rolling up |
| We the illest |
| Won’t even hold you up |
| You niggas living in disgust |
| You going on 40 and you ain’t made enough |
| You fucked up yo |
| I’m in ah Bentley |
| But I want the Rolls truck |
| We rolling up |
| We the illest |
| Won’t even hold you up |
| You niggas living in disgust |
| You going on 40 and you ain’t made enough |
| You fucked up |
| Look |
| Surviving these wicked streets |
| I got ah story to tell |
| I got 'Daddy Issues' |
| I Gotta go on Maury to tell |
| Made a farm and planted seeds |
| And dug up my crops |
| Niggas ain’t wanna give props |
| I got fish tanks filled with blood from the Opps |
| I was ah kid when my cousin got shot |
| Ain’t get ah hug from his pops |
| So instead he hugging the block |
| Bitches CNA’s |
| They just wanna get 'Hot |
| So she fucking the same dude that’s selling drugs to her Pops |
| Ugh |
| Only the streets relate |
| 'Cause I’m no stranger to the struggle |
| Shit, the pain just made me humble |
| Calling plays and bitches fumble |
| Too complex for niggas |
| So they made me to ah puzzle |
| Keep banana clips 'cause Momma raised me in the jungle |
| Spitting image to Wisdom & Destiny’s Child |
| Skin is Ebony-Brown |
| It’s African rooted |
| My flesh is ah' crown |
| Stephanie’s child |
| They pressure me now |
| Cause I’m the one they mention when they ask |
| «Who the best from the town?» |
| Ayo |
| I send ah prayer to the Guy above |
| I’m supplying and buying drugs |
| Got hand outta the 'talian rugs |
| I sneak guns inside the club |
| Catch me hiding snub’s |
| Talking to my plug inside the Irish Pub |
| Nigga I un’show my rivals love |
| I slide 'em slugs |
| Give em deadly handshakes and homicidal hugs |
| Ain’t realize how high I was |
| Till I played your music |
| And the shit fucked up my entire buzz |
| Huh |
| 'Dem niggas want me dead too |
| Put prices on my head too |
| My Bitch got shot in the head too |
| So fuck around and get cha head blew |
| Think I’ma miss with this lead? |
| Den' somebody mislead you |
| Huh |
| The nigga bled ah red pool |
| When ya can’t swim |
| Ya just lay in ya blood and trans-move |
| White suit and red shoes |
| That was his going away outfit |
| He looked dead-cool |
| Quarter-Mill' |
| In my dresser still |
| I rep' for real |
| Left from Jail |
| As soon as the Judge set the bail |
| I got money and invested well |
| Got other investors looking to invest |
| Cause of my projected sales |
| The cops searching for extra shells |
| I had 13 and left with 1 |
| So I expected 12 |
| Play with me then I’m raising Hell |
| Blazing shells |
| I handle beef with 'sticks like Texas de Brazil |
| Trust! |
| Listen |
| 38 Strategies of Raw is on the way nigga |
| Believe that, February 1st |
| Right now |
| It’s 5 shots |
| 5 shots |
| Trust, Trust |
| Huh? |