Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barely Missing Prison, artist - Big Scoob. Album song H.O.G., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.11.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Barely Missing Prison |
| Judge not, let you be not judge |
| For with judgement you pronounce that you will be judged |
| And with the measure you use, it will be measured to you |
| Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye but you do not notice |
| the log that is in your own eye? |
| Or how can you say to your brother «Let me take the speck out of your eye» |
| When there’s a log in your own eye? |
| You hypocrite |
| Got to get it nigga |
| Ain’t nobody gon' give it to me, nah |
| So I stay driven, hunger pains, throbbing shooting through me |
| Lord’s dreams, lord’s schemes, lord’s appetite |
| Hit the road with the smelly, hope I wrapped it right |
| Wrong or right, it’s my life, I be living trife |
| Heard them birdies 'bout to touch, intercept their flight |
| Man my daughter need this car so we move tonight |
| If it’s fire, I’ma make these niggas see the light |
| Fallen angles, soul tangled in this greedy life |
| I used to lay and pray the Lord to save my soul at night |
| But now I know that I gots to do what I gots to do to get it |
| I can’t stop to think, just got to keep on moving with it |
| Pop the top and drink, inebriated, bull-headed |
| Enough to storm a bank and pass the plate like I’m a reverend |
| Steady stressing over paper, man this shit’s pathetic |
| But it’s embedded in my DNA I gots to get it |
| Wrong or right |
| Barely missing prison, nigga |
| Wrong or right |
| But I gotta make a living, nigga |
| Wrong or right |
| And can’t nobody change the fact that I gots to get that dough |
| Wrong or right |
| I do it for my kids, nigga |
| Wrong or right |
| Tie you up inside the crib, nigga |
| Wrong or right |
| And can’t nobody change the fact that I gots to get that dough |
| Wrong or right I gotta make a living |
| From the bottom, so I’m gutter driven |
| And I know I’m barely missing prison |
| But losing just ain’t in my vision |
| Wrong or right I’ma do what I gots to do |
| Barely make anything for my babies food |
| Fightin' in the ghetto where you’re supposed to lose |
| You choose |
| It ain’t a hard choice for me though |
| Sick of try’na make some paper fucking with this freak show |
| Gotta get up off my ass and take it to the streets, bro |
| Gotta get some money fast, I’m letting down my people |
| It’s man up or man down |
| Talking what you gonna do ain’t working in this damn town |
| Hands down I’m a bad muh’fucka |
| Talented with this music, plus I blast muh’fuckas |
| It’s Scoobie I breath ruckus |
| I’m claiming to be the toughest |
| And battle, defeat suckas |
| Don’t rattle when heat’s bussin' |
| I’m pulling the peace, brothas |
| Skedaddle, these feet touches |
| They dying when we rushing |
| Devour these weak suckas, nigga |
| Wrong or right |
| Barely missing prison, nigga |
| Wrong or right |
| But I gotta make a living, nigga |
| Wrong or right |
| And can’t nobody change the fact that I gots to get that dough |
| Wrong or right |
| I do it for my kids, nigga |
| Wrong or right |
| Tie you up inside the crib, nigga |
| Wrong or right |
| And can’t nobody change the fact that I gots to get that dough |