Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sporting Life, artist - RATKING. Album song Wiki93, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.11.2012
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Sporting Life |
Explode these streets you know its me |
Not from my face but you know its me |
Trust me you gonna see you gotta see |
Gotta be doing what I gotta do solemnly |
Drinking make it obvious don’t do it obviously |
Following me hopefully you following me |
Every ounce of my ways is the sound of the train |
Seems like looting when producing all these pounds and these waves |
And it only exist for the homies that spit |
The cypher live at nights and still you ain’t owing me shit |
Fuck the industry |
I’m about the holiest bitch shittiest angel gansta that talk with the rosiest |
pitch |
Holy moly you don’t know me yet you know I’m a mix |
(?) San Juan the devil not handsome |
Rebel no hand guns settle for hands son |
Regrettable and fun and dumb |
Erected in New York elected the damn don |
(Hook) |
Blink and its on, blink, blink, blink and its on |
Baby what you think that I’m on |
Get off my dick, nah |
Master of Ceremonies might carry ya |
Train keep me warm at the brink of a storm |
Brought hype shit all type spit (spic) |
I’m fire like a dragon buy I’m retired from fairy tales |
Trying to get my city back y’all |
Yous just a cheddar chaser only kids getting paper |
Roll at a better pacer |
Letter Racer |
And beef I Made the street sign |
Dumb herb from the suburbs get your dreams dropped |
Hi herb I heard you guys learn to rhyme words |
But its my turn to do shit on my terms |
Every decision I make I make when I’m swerved |
Heres five words «Hey Welcome To My Church» |
Where all the money you donate goes to buy perps |
And to get a rise from wire ladder to crime curve |
We’re really a criminal enterprise sure |
But if you talk you’ll take a big bite of a nice curb |
But I’ll take you’re wallet what about a metro swipes worth |
Hit the 1 line cities bloodline slack sometimes |
What’d you expect get the express |
Try my best not to let it get under my flesh |
Inside my head up in my chest |
I cough it up and whats left a puddle of piss is coming up next |
So the only thing that puzzles my head |
Blink and its on, blink, blink, blink and its on |
Baby what you think that I’m on |
Get off my dick, nah |
Master of Ceremonies might carry ya |
Train keep me warm at the brink of a storm |
Brought hype shit all type spit (spic) |
I’m fire like a dragon buy I’m retired from fairy tales |
Trying to get my city back y’all |