Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Beginning, artist - Chello
Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Beginning |
Oh shit, no he fuckin' didn’t |
Haha |
Oh shit, my nigga |
Jokes, what the fuck is up, nigga |
Shit, Chello nigga, what’s up, man? |
Nah, nah, nah, nah |
We not even on that right now |
We on that Big Queens, nigga |
C’mon now, I ain’t gon' lie |
I heard the vibes |
I know |
Ayo, you got some fire? |
That last shit you gave me was trash, boy |
I got the gas |
But wait, hold on |
I’m about to jump out real quick |
Yeah, but what the fuck is that? |
Turn that shit back up, through |
Hold on, hold on |
You gotta relax |
You need to relax, relax, relax |
Nah, nigga |
Ain’t no, «Hold on», nigga |
Pullin' up over here fresher than a motherfucker, man |
I seen you with the motherfuckin' ra |
Dollars on and all that, nigga |
I got the fire, man, pull up, man |
Lemme hear that fire that you got, man |
Big Queens, man |
When you lived inside of me |
Right? |
There was nothing I could conceive |
That you wouldn’t do for me |
Nah |
Trouble seemed so far away |
Big Fuckin' Queens |
You changed that right away |
Chello, nigga |
Stash money on transactions, Japan fashion |
Paper stuffed in pocket, pants saggin', sedan black |
And I’m too paid, need stars in the Wraith 'cause they threw shade |
Double back to save the city, no Luke Cage |
Live by the boss rules, came up on a dollar and bought jewels |
Now I’m feedin' all the dogs with dog food |
I got in tune with the vision, my mama called me food |
'Cause I was chefin' up the food with too much dudes in the kitchen |
How the fuck you can’t feel me? |
When I was ready to die |
For niggas that woulda killed me? |
I’m just givin' you the real me |
The whip clean, so most these niggas wanna do me filthy |
The Glock close, I have the bullets burnin' through ya silky |
These Youngin’s, done lost guidance, so fuck playin' corners |
And servin' the snort buyers, all they know is more violence |
Once it’s lit again, I’m hoppin' out the Range, scuffed Timberlands |
I’m glued to them Benjamins, ain’t a stain on this vetements |
I used to post in front 'em, now I cruise by them tenaments |
Pray my face never plastered on the news for a sentencin' |
Yolos tippin' off the scale, my masters is in the streets |
Fuck a Princeton or a Yale, we’re dodgin' prison for a sale |
I save first, you gotta have that chicken for the bail |
Fuck casket suits, I’d rather look at pictures in a cell |
I’m low, 'cause these people will put them people on your trail |
On papers, but in the field, I’m still creepin' with the steel |
Gone |
When you lived inside of me |
There was nothing I could conceive |
That you wouldn’t do for me |
Trouble seemed so far away |
You changed that right away |
These corners we come from relentless, from taggin', hoppin' fences |
To a GemStar and 1212S baggin' up auditions |
I learned life, whip from next year on the turnpike |
We had to let that thing tear to earn stripes |
Duckin' the court case, in PA with some work in the short stay |
I prolly have to die for a off-day |
These niggas be hatin', I never let the corny shit get across me |
'Cause a DM turned to dinner with your lady and Salt Bae |
Shit movin' aromas all in the air now |
It ain’t the time for the funny vibes and staredowns, it’s here now |
I’m livin' for mine, life a gamble, I throw trips on the five |
Streets real, so the grip in the rod |
Watch them niggas who throwin' shade, tryna steal all your shine |
Shit shiesty, we done been through this a million times |
Any nigga that jumps ship ain’t a nigga of mine |
'Cause if we down then we down, I ain’t switchin' no sides |
When you lived inside of me |
There was nothing I could conceive |
That you wouldn’t do for me |
Trouble seemed so far away |
You changed that right away |