Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song House, artist - EarthGang. Album song Rags - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Spillage Village
Song language: English
House |
| I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime |
| I know the way is so hard to see through the pipeline |
| I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime |
| I know the way is so hard to see through the pipeline |
| Let it be, let it be (just) |
| Let it be, let it be (oh just let it be) |
| Let it be, let it be |
| Let it be, let it be |
| Let it be, let it be |
| Ex the excess, keep the essence |
| Keep on stepping |
| Down the street from them greek picnics, we was nestling |
| Chocolate babies, incubating, box of blessings |
| Lethal weapon, tucked under mama’s arm since a prepubescent |
| If I was in it for the money, hell I done packed up for the evening |
| I’d have lasted bout a summer |
| Lord, I done held out for my season |
| I’d have missed what I had coming |
| I’d have pissed what I could stomach |
| I’d pawned my Daddy’s Bible |
| And sold grand daddy’s people |
| But, I don’t got no dollars today |
| But, I’m sure I can blessed you though |
| Leap of faith, from Z to A, pray for me |
| My efforts meet my hope |
| I just need change for the better |
| I just got drugs for the low |
| I just squeezed out of some trouble |
| Can’t get drug into some more |
| You can tinker, check the starter |
| Carborator, switch to premium |
| Chopper pray up, chop your weave |
| But it don’t work if you don’t believe |
| Crack the water, drop your seed |
| Blessed when son called your daddy home |
| Can’t no love cause you won’t receive |
| Can’t have nothing 'til you let it go |
| I pray someday, you’ll find what you need in this lifetime |
| I know the way is so hard to see through the pipeline |
| I pray someday, I’m what you need in this lifetime |
| I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline |
| They lied to me |
| Yeah, they told me I could fly |
| Yeah, straight up past the sky |
| Yeah, wasn’t talking my pigment |
| Wasn’t talking my partners |
| Wasn’t talking my niggas |
| That truth loud as nine choppas |
| Now it’s rich or die tryin' |
| Now we live in pine boxes |
| Aye, fuck that though, I’m still shining |
| Out the barrel, hoe, I’m still climbing, still slipping |
| Waitress hit me with the Mike Jones, I’m still tipping |
| She working seven days a week, lil mama still stripping |
| Still strapped, she still gettin' it how she live, no wheels spinning |
| No they won’t call that legendary |
| That’s why I could never do it so casually |
| Any moment I could be another casualty |
| In the Gucci store, they ask «Just browsing?» |
| I told the bitch purchasing actually |
| Now take three laps 'round the store and get back to me |
| I might’ve calmed down by then |
| But maybe not, ya’ll made me hot |
| Twelve hundred for the sweater, I’m in the mother fucking Marriot |
| Eating carry out, gang bang, maintain, corporate do the same thing |
| With the same they just carry that, so I just carry that |
| Three K for the 14K, low-key, never carry knots |
| Better know I got the rope though |
| Spread love by the beaucoup, recouped by the boat load |
| And the quotient is quotes that will give you close ups on the action |
| Get what you, get what you, get what you need |
| Get what you, get what you, get what you need |
| Get what you, get what you, get what you need |
| Get what you, get what you, get what you need |
| Get what you, get what you, get what you need |
| Get what you, get what you, get what you need |
| Get what you, get what you, get what you need |
| Get what you, get what you, get what you need |
| Sometimes, sometimes when the weather real shitty |
| And the wind shield wipers and the music on the same beat as I ride through the |
| city |
| Peep the ghost of my nigga posted up on the same street that he died in the city |
| Made my mind go a mile a minute |
| Everyone in a million is a dime a dozen |
| Cryin' and puffin' |
| Kinda busting, now it’s all or nothing |
| Tough decisions, nip it in the bud |
| Grew up in the city with all my cousins |
| Hard to find a nigga that’s not my blood |
| We was thinking out the box so whatever |
| Now them hoes that was tryna dog us, tryna faux with us |
| Where was you when smoking at the Park & Ride, freestyling on the Marta bus |
| I got a brand new hand full of angels this year |
| Ain’t no big deal, the game don’t sit still |
| Even though Atlanta traffic, make it happen |
| Even though I’m going at it with a passion |
| No sleep, but I fill up the mattress |
| Pull up on your bitch when she sick of your crab shit |
| She get dug out like batting practice |
| Fuck satisfaction, I really hope you get what you need |
| I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime |
| I know the way is so hard to see through the pipeline |
| I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime |
| I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline |
| Get what you need |
| Get what you need |
| Get what you need |
| Get what you, get what you, get what you need |
| Get what you need |
| Get what you need |
| Get what you need |
| Get what you, get what you, get what you need |