Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Silhouette , by - Gabe 'Nandez. Release date: 28.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Silhouette |
| We at the crossroads, this what the cards chose |
| And when you cross those, you supposed to cross slow |
| When the bar close, you need the barcode |
| And when it’s on, then you better have your crossbow |
| I weigh a ton so they put me in cargo |
| Karma spinning like the wheels on the car go |
| Armageddon on her heels in the wardrobe |
| Imma get ‘em got it sealed in the cards, yo |
| Got the big book full of jewels on the shelf bitch |
| Diamonds in my brain cause my thoughts expensive |
| Million dollar chain round my heart like a necklace |
| Can’t breathe, unless I got my heart to myself bi |
| You can’t get a piece of nothing I will leave you dry |
| Leave you hanging from the wire on the ribbon in the sky |
| It’s prescriptions when I’m rhyming this was written by a scribe |
| It was given by Osiris it was gifted by the — |
| Drifting like a pirate pussy catch me on the ship |
| If you thought you got away with that I catch you on the flip Daydream about |
| breaking all your bones for what you did |
| Break your face, break your nose, break your jaw, break your ribs |
| Two sprained ankles but I’m running from the cops |
| Cell Phones out kids blowing up the spot |
| Red tone outfit looking like she hot |
| She said come and get it by the way I seen her stop |
| But I gotta jet, trynna cop a jet |
| Prayer beads wrapped round my chest on my neck |
| Major League jackets on my black silhouette |
| Gave the key passed it to the back then I stepped |
| We at the crossroads, this what the cards chose |
| And when you cross those, you supposed to cross slow |
| When the bar close, you need the bar codes |
| And when it’s on, then you better have your crossbow |
| I weigh a ton so they put me in cargo |
| Karma spinning like the wheels on the car go |
| Armageddon on her heels in the wardrobe |
| Imma get ‘em got it sealed in the cards |
| (GRAM) |
| Mec j’cherche à percer l’abcès je cherche à trouver l’accès |
| Trop longtemps qu’je cherche le détonateur pour propulser |
| Absent dans le rap j’le sais depuis longtemps j’le fait |
| J’en ai lacher les bancs d’la fac tellement ils m’envoûté |
| J’suis toujours là trois ans d’absence mec j’les ai surmontés |
| Persisté, acharné, pour un jour exister |
| C’est mon seul exutoire, faut que j’excelle c’est tout ce que je sais |
| En moi trop de haine, trop d’agressivité, trop de compte à régler |
| Avec cette plume j’me bats, avec ce mic j’combat |
| Contre tous les gars qui me veulent du tort, et leurs coups bas |
| Balance des rimes dans l’tas |
| Foncedé comme un gros tas |
| Embelli comme un gueta |
| Ouais nous on nique l'état |
| G-R-A-M ça |
| Bouge ta tête quand j’frappe ça |
| Toujours fidèle à la rue, et c’est pour elle que je j’fais ça |
| J’fonce à 10 000 milles à l’heure, avec le pied près du gouffre |
| Car cette putain de musique, est comme une drogue qui m'étouffe |