Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lebron James, artist - Joey Purp. Album song QUARTERTHING, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Lebron James |
Yeah, yeah |
Woohoo |
Most incredible |
Yes |
Young |
Yeah |
Woohoo |
Niggas do the tough guy thing, but the streets know |
Then they tryna front on my city like we ain’t cooking dope |
Murders on the tv screens, what’s it good for? |
Price tag on my back, what’s it hitting for? |
Murder rate rising nigga, over multiplying digits |
Thought that was yo mans until he went and testified against you |
All my niggas co-defendants, all my bitches independent |
Realest nigga of the century, whip sitting on twenty inches |
Had to get it from the trenches, give it to my home, nigga |
How you sending statements to the States, it be your own niggas |
Headshots took off, seats Grey Poupon from jawns that I pooped on |
I splash, I don’t sing songs, Pimpstro |
Hit 'em with the pole and make the bed rock |
Pill pop, hit 'em with the soda, make it lead lock |
Headshot, I remember we was kicking verses |
Used to dream of rocking stages, nigga, we was stealing purses |
Yung Purple |
Now I was talking to my mother one day and she told me |
«Boy there are two kinds of people in this world: |
The type of people that look, and the type of people that see |
Now everybody that sees is looking, but you can’t see without looking |
But everybody that looks can’t see |
And you gotta see, 'cause you gotta see the plays |
You gotta make the plays boy, you gotta make the plays well |
You gotta make the plays 'cause the plays ain’t gon' make themselves |
Feets with the Ziploc bags, I got the stash spot |
The fiend for the shoe box cash, I picked the padlock |
And I fronted your mans that was the past opp |
The click blast in front of your mans, you niggas mascots |
Murder was the mindstate, boosting up the crime rate |
You ain’t getting money 'less you see that shit in five states |
Crack kills, crime pays, I’m getting to it nine ways |
I stacking all my hundreds 'till they taller than Le— |