Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Tell Me Nothing, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Album song The Big Brother, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, StreetSweepers
Song language: English
Can't Tell Me Nothing |
Youngin' on the block all day, getting money always |
Can’t tell me nothin' |
We didn’t never know no way of gettin' through the hallway |
Can’t tell me |
What can you say to me? |
Look what you made of me |
I’m just a product of my environment you see |
Can’t tell me nothin' |
I’m rolling in a stolen Rolls Royce |
Fuck a rapper, I been listening to my own voice |
My name got respect, got a chain, got a check |
Going in I’m selling dope like I ain’t got no choice |
It’s really true, I leave the trap and do a walk through |
Told my bitch Imma shoot her if she talk too |
Red rag, blue rag, what that shit do |
I drop a bag just to make sure I get you |
I got a mask but I made sure he seen me |
Right before the flash he was sayin' take it easy |
I know a bunch of real niggas and some hoes with it |
I got some homies could get it but they nose in it |
Damn |
Youngin' on the block all day, getting money always |
Can’t tell me nothin' |
We didn’t never know no way of gettin' through the hallway |
Can’t tell me |
What can you say to me? |
Look what you made of me |
I’m just a product of my environment you see |
Can’t tell me nothin' |
Young man money with goals |
Getting hoes chasin' bags tho' |
Time reveals while hidin' in the hills |
This is real, I advise those wake up fast |
Get your bread right when terror is cracking |
Now its happenin' |
From the era of the fly shit, few of us left |
Some are locked in the cages blowin' trees with a stretch |
It could of been the God making the wrong moves |
I hung the wrong crews, Allah saw the cycle now I step |
Gettin' back to a better space |
Put your brain in a better place |
Fuck those lames, stay cheddar chasin' |
I’m patient, the thought came from the basement |
Yo, clean up, then dream up, move right the cream up |
Youngin' on the block all day, getting money always |
Can’t tell me nothin' |
We didn’t never know no way of gettin' through the hallway |
Can’t tell me |
What can you say to me? |
Look what you made of me |
I’m just a product of my environment you see |
Can’t tell me nothin' |
These days you gotta change up yo location |
Crime state be the mental talk is minimal unless its with the general |
Got the heart of a seminole, identical blood |
Wait for the drop, just watch me nigga, Chuck’s in the mud |
My niggas answer to nobody but God himself |
And the Holy Spirit, you ain’t feel it? |
come pay me a visit |
Just tryna find the pieces to the puzzle |
We sitting in traps with Barney Rubble face covered in stubble |
Was naked without it, I run through this jungle of brick and struggle |
In fact most of my work I’m putting in with my knuckles, nigga |
Got no intention of slowing up in this prohibition |
You ain’t in no position to go against the coalition |
Never pressured so I just take a shit on opinions |
And keep it flippin' critics could eat a dick I’m tryna make a living |
Rock |
Youngin' on the block all day, getting money always |
Can’t tell me nothin' |
We didn’t never know no way of gettin' through the hallway |
Can’t tell me |
What can you say to me? |
Look what you made of me |
I’m just a product of my environment you see |
Can’t tell me nothin' |