Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welfare, artist - Styles P. Album song G-Host, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Record label: The Phantom Entertainment
Song language: English
Welfare |
Fuck you and fuck all them |
If you don’t like me then load up and bust off then |
That was me like a dime ago, now I’m cool my nigga |
Learned all of the places his baby mama go |
A bullet and blood is all that I’mma know |
Kill all these niggas is all the drama know |
Me? |
I throw the peace sign, violate my nigga |
I shoot everything up, even the street sign |
Welfare, section eight, fuck that shit |
It feel good heading to the loft clutching fifth |
Where I’m from the insurance policy is your gun and the coke pack |
Never go to sleep where they woke at |
Walk in your sleep, talk in your sleep |
Me? |
I rhyme and run and get it off in the streets |
What would an angel offer a beast? |
I’m hoping death in the form in a song that is deep |
Ghost |
I grew up on welfare, starve |
Sugar water sub sandwiches, they ain’t just to eat |
I ain’t never had healthcare, naww |
Just a pistol on the waist for the beef, load up |
Lord nigga you can’t stop it no (can't stop it no) |
If it’s a war then you gotta go (gotta go) |
Then I pull up to your block hang that shit right out the window yelling, «blagh blagh», adios! |
Couple niggas wanna body ghost |
Catch that ass slippin' let it ring then its adios |
Yelling capicu playing Dominos |
With the cartels deep down in el barrio |
That mo rental had Montego though |
Now she selling juice independent but he major though |
Don’t you ever try to play him though |
Your body’s like a song he can’t wait to lay it though |
Hand guns and rifles in the mix |
When you cypher gotta shit and them others niggas don’t |
Then you gotta do shit that them others niggas won’t |
Yeah its trifle in the mix you and your brother on the hunt |
Pray to God they get home |
If the Feds in the city, we switch phones |
Niggas hit up the lab and spit bones |
Nigga we gettin' wealthy and gettin' stones |
Ghost |
I grew up on welfare, starve |
Sugar water sub sandwiches, they ain’t just to eat |
I ain’t never had healthcare, naww |
Just a pistol on the waist for the beef, load up |
Lord nigga you can’t stop it no (can't stop it no) |
If it’s a war then you gotta go (gotta go) |
Then I pull up to your block hang that shit right out the window yelling, «blagh blagh», adios! |
Sugar water and a syrup sandwich |
A little bullet gain a big advantage |
Yeah I’m black but my nigga Spanish |
We gon' do damage catch the lick then we tryna' vanish |
Downtime I’m a heavy swinger |
My gun go, «blagh blagh,"like a Reggae singer |
That joint heavy in the Chevy but you better bring her |
There’s gon' be a lot of blood, bring a set of cleaners |
Known in Mecha, Medina, and Medellín, An O.G. |
known all over the globe |
They say life is a gamble but you ain’t bet a thing |
You said you goin' to war but you ain’t dead a thing |
Yeah I been to jail but never said a thing |
Ghost |
I grew up on welfare, starve |
Sugar water sub sandwiches, they ain’t just to eat |
I ain’t never had healthcare, naww |
Just a pistol on the waist for the beef, load up |
Lord nigga you can’t stop it no (can't stop it no) |
If it’s a war then you gotta go (gotta go) |
Then I pull up to your block hang that shit right out the window yelling, «blagh blagh», adios! |