Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Town, artist - Est GeeDate of issue: 16.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In Town |
| My patience short, I can’t go back and forth |
| I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse |
| This the most murders in history, left the city torched |
| Maybe now they get the point |
| They wasn’t with us when I had like fifty bums on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu) |
| They can’t question nothin', we got our rank up now |
| I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down |
| I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud |
| Only way you gt home safe is if we ain’t in town |
| And if I am, h hit on, I’m tryna get somethin' sent home |
| Right where your partner rest in piss, they tried to flush your shit on |
| But niggas track stars, I don’t know why they act hard |
| Only shoot at backboards |
| Makin' sure he don’t survive, that’s what we double back for |
| Right now, I’m in rare form |
| Niggas only use they feet in shootouts, they got leg arms |
| He died 'fore he hit the ground, the first two shots was head, lungs |
| Bullets hittin', have you feelin' all over your body like it’s bedbugs |
| Four deep on the same block a flunky had killed Lil Dead on |
| Niggas out here reppin' like they steppin', know they dead wrong |
| I can promise pain for your last name even once you gone |
| Hard times and sad songs and blood spilt from guns drawn |
| My patience short, I can’t go back and forth |
| I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse |
| This the most murders in history, left the city torched |
| Maybe now they get the point |
| They wasn’t with us when I had like fifty bums on Tubman Court |
| They can’t question nothin', we got our rank up now |
| I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down |
| I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud |
| Only way you get home safe is if we ain’t in town |
| Can’t call you my dawg if you ain’t the one that’s on the block with me (Let's |
| get it) |
| If you ever snake me one time ever, ain’t no apologies |
| Learned to fill up blocks before I filled out for some colleges |
| Few times, kicked it with some rappers, it turned out to be robberies |
| Ever hit a stain on a hundred pounds, you gotta get it off? |
| On parole, if that drive too long, I take them switches off |
| They throw up signs, this picture for the feds, make sure you send it off |
| Three hundred thousand for the Lam' truck, I make the engine cough |
| I need drugs, I take prescription, I’m gifted |
| And I can’t tell you nothin', you gon' gossip 'bout my business |
| I care about my dawgs, not the blogs, I’m the trenches |
| When I’m thinkin' 'bout Von, I put an eight inside a Mistic (Yeah) |
| My patience short, I can’t go back and forth |
| I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse |
| This the most murders in history, left the city torched |
| Maybe now they get the point |
| They wasn’t with us when I had like fifty bums on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu) |
| They can’t question nothin', we got our rank up now |
| I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down |
| I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud |
| Only way you get home safe is if we ain’t in town |