Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Measure It , by - King Iso. Release date: 16.09.2021
Song language: English
Measure It |
| I used to just sell crack |
| I ain’t even know what Hop was before I went to the pin |
| I started selling that shit in there, dead homies |
| 'Fore long I ain’t have to tear up over needles in their arm and counting time |
| 'Bout mine bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Brought around the gang, ain’t got a rep in there |
| Once I get the brain, I’ma forget the bitch |
| Smoking so much, I barely remember shit |
| Pouring out the pint, don’t need to measure it |
| If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing |
| Grinding like the park where all the skaters hang |
| Girl I wish we met before this paper came |
| Soon all memories are getting fade away |
| I ain’t never needed you, not the way you needed me |
| Used to wake up in my cell inside and dream that I was free |
| Will not tell you get grabbed up, you gon' tell her «Keep it G» |
| Loyalty might not mean to you everything it means to me |
| Smoking all the pound, I ain’t passed the blunt in hella long |
| If I do go down, plan on rapping still through telephones |
| Focused on myself more, I here from you seldom though |
| Cheating on my bitch even though inside she held me down |
| Knew the word it was from the jump |
| Burn so much weed I might bust a lung |
| No one like me, I’m a one-of-one |
| Turn that lil' bitch to a one-and-done |
| Inside are Indo' and soda pops |
| Still more kick-flipping than Tony Hawk |
| Just put a switch on a .40 Glock |
| Don’t say we homies, 'cause hoe we not |
| Brought around the gang, ain’t got a rep in there |
| Once I get the brain, I’ma forget the bitch |
| Smoking so much, I barely remember shit |
| Pouring out the pint, don’t need to measure it |
| If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing |
| Grinding like the park where all the skaters hang |
| Girl I wish we met before this paper came |
| Soon all memories are getting fade away |
| In the world I’m an ol' timer |
| Memories if I got all kind of |
| They got all my accords, straight up y’all behind it |
| Mary Jane keep me calm, y’all I’m not finding |
| Used to think money solve problems |
| Now I learned it just caused problems |
| Cuban linked, that’s my dog collar |
| Big box of shells, gnawing that raw pasta |
| I’m too paranoid to run a race if y’all behind me |
| Cause of hiding, trust nobody, staring at my Caller-ID |
| Guarding my territory, money, that’s how y’all can find me |
| Y’all too grimy, who you hang with too contagious like Ronald Ozzy |
| Yeah, I got that drop like release dates |
| Making bands while you walking for cheesecake |
| Grind like Rodney Mullen, you a cheapskate |
| I continue to grind like, «Who needs brakes?» |
| Where were you before I would receive cake? |
| I just keep it a hundred like free base |
| Wouldn’t change a thing with a clean slate |
| I need 65 G’s in a briefcase |
| Brought around the gang, ain’t got a rep in there |
| Once I get the brain, I’ma forget the bitch |
| Smoking so much, I barely remember shit |
| Pouring out the pint, don’t need to measure it |
| If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing |
| Grinding like the park where all the skaters hang |
| Girl I wish we met before this paper came |
| Soon all memories are getting fade away |
| Soon all memories of you will fade away |
| Soon all memories of you will- |