Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Karma, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Chipper Jones Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cutthroat
Song language: English
Karma |
| I’m on my way home, my block I roam |
| A pocket full of stones and a nickel plated nine |
| I’m on my way home, always travel alone |
| And I dare a nigga try to take mine |
| I’m on a one way, strapped up like a dyke bitch |
| Take a pussy nigga ice quick, that’s light shit |
| Cause these guns ain’t for show, boy |
| 40 shoot your face out your fro, boy |
| I’m letting niggas know, boy, that this 2N Crip |
| You know my name, you know my gang |
| And if you got a problem, you know I serve my 'caine |
| On the one way, if you come make sure you come with your thang |
| I’m not for the games, OK, switch subjects |
| I’m balling hard, these bitches love it |
| I just fuck 'em then fuck it, I gotta get this money |
| Rob a nigga for his cash and pay my tithes on Sunday |
| Lord, should I be worried 'bout karma? |
| If I’m robbing shit to giving you my dollars? |
| Neck too black for these white collars |
| When I plot, these motherfuckers gaining problems |
| And the farthest that I got was a stockroom |
| Screaming, «Fuck my boss, I’ma be on soon» |
| Same nigga used to sling weed in homeroom |
| Hustle hard ‘cause I didn’t have a home to go home to |
| So tell me, what I got to lose, nigga? |
| I’m on the block with my niggas |
| That’s down to pop a few hiccups so come up out them fucking jewels, nigga |
| Every day we play the post like a sinner |
| We pray to God ‘cause we sinners, we getting money like a Jew, nigga |
| Only a few niggas that I trust, the few niggas that will bust |
| But still every time I ride I keep my 45 tucked |
| Down in the we high, blowing ganja |
| Neck and my watch shine, but still ain’t got the time, bruh |
| If it ain’t 'bout money you see, ‘cause when I was broke |
| All you niggas weren’t fucking with me, I die for what I own |
| Before a nigga take something from me, I did a lot of shit |
| So I think karma coming for me, karma, how you doing? |
| My name is Joey, I like to blow trees |
| From the East side of Long Beach, I like to hang out with my OGs |
| Late, drinking 40s, making music, all the ops |
| You know, still I’m TTG, leaving niggas holy |
| Karma I heard about you, you tryna fuck I’m tryna fuck you too |
| You be fucking everybody, girl, but I don’t give a fuck tonight |
| I got my hammer tucked tonight, let a op try to drive by |
| I’ma leave him like at that light |
| The enemies shot the block up the other day |
| Like Nipsey said, «Gang bang, do it right» |
| Ran up on him in the morning while he eat eggs |
| Came back and smoked his older brother the same night, gang |