Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Full Clip, artist - Pc TweezieDate of issue: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Full Clip |
| Rest in peace to Lil' Pookie |
| Rest in peace to Lil' Cuevo |
| Rest in peace to Tommy Green |
| Matter of fact, R.I.P. |
| to all my fallen soldiers |
| Fell victim to the game, you hear me? |
| Probably try a tweezer to my heart |
| Criminal thoughts flow through my head while writin' this verse |
| Reminiscin' on all my niggas, I’ve just seen in a hearse |
| This shit hurt, I’m fearing death |
| They got me scared of the church |
| What make it worse |
| My mama’s sick, that’s why I’m poppin' these percs |
| My daddy deadbeat, that pussy nigga never fed me |
| Nigga stole my cousin |
| Now the nigga tryin' to bury me |
| I’m trying to rap this shit |
| But, actually I’m really in some trap or shit |
| I believe in God, but living like the devil’s advocate |
| I took the murder charge, got it turned into battery |
| 14, going to prison (Damn…) |
| Not knowing where I’m goin' is gonna label me a victim |
| My red file adjudicated but they sentence me like a killer |
| Survival of the fittest, yeah |
| Welcome to the jungle, nigga |
| My daddy never taught us shit |
| All we had was momma, nigga |
| I was told you never leave the house without your tool witcha |
| I’ve got more mugshots than school pictures |
| Back to the topic though, original, the sickest in the city |
| But they copied 'em all, baby Drake or turn you into a sloppy joe |
| Niggas, killing for nothing, I’m clutch, and you know I’m thuggin' |
| Fuck the other side, die with them, they go for cousin |
| Where I’m from, nigga, this how it is |
| I’ve seen a nigga turn on they own people |
| And they’ve got the nerve to ask me why I write like this (Know what I told 'em? |
| Cut my life like this |
| Now I’m beefin' with my hood, this shit getting heavy |
| Feeling like Job, Man, I think God tryna test me |
| Nevertheless I almost died, niggas gettin' at me |
| Same nigga that I was cool with bustin' at me |
| Ten inches from my head. |
| they almost hit my dome |
| The day before Mother’s Day, I should have stayed at home |
| Enough of that, but let’s talk about this music shit |
| They trying use me for my music, just to make it big |
| I ain’t signing shit, unless you coming with that comma, comma |
| And I’ve got choppers if you’re coming with that drama, drama |
| My baby mama lied to me about the pregnancy |
| Can’t let these bald ass bitches be the death of me |
| Most definitely, it’s hard to do it on your own, man |
| But I understand, I’m a motherfucking grown man |
| Trying to be humble, but the shit right there ain’t goin' as planned |
| That shit get deeper than this music, you don’t understand, man, woah |
| All that shit them rappers tellin' you, it ain’t real at all |
| That you feel like Superman, you pop a pill at all |
| Sippin' on that drink, you nod to the bullshit |
| That nigga try, you gon' empty out a full clip |
| All that shit them rappers tellin' you, it ain’t real at all |
| That you feel like Superman, you pop a pill at all |
| Sippin' on that drink, you nod to the bullshit |
| That nigga try, you gon' empty out a full clip |
| Empty out a full clip |
| Empty out a full clip |
| All that shit them rappers telling you it ain’t real at all |
| That you feel like Superman, you pop a pill at all |
| All that shit them rappers telling you it ain’t real at all, yeah |
| Oh, woah! |
| And the ask me why I write like this |
| Cut my life like this |
| Yeah! |