Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hammers & Vogues, artist - Stalley. Date of issue: 15.05.2012
Song language: English
Hammers & Vogues |
| I’m selling peace on Earth, God |
| I’m trying not to be so worked, God |
| For what it’s worth, I’m overtime |
| Grind until the sun up |
| Jewel polishing, tryna stay an honest man with my come up |
| Niggas keep testing me, I’m tryna put these guns up |
| They got me looking like a redneck, looking for trespassers |
| All these demons in my way, I’m tryna brush past them |
| The psychology of armed robbery excites them |
| Indictment for my writing did more than enlighten |
| Just ask them, did some fighting on the way up |
| Lost a couple partners, now I’m just past ten |
| And one of them going in he might catch a L or |
| Get a one to ten, I’m just tryna reel him in |
| Keep him safe from this jungle |
| But it’s hard to keep these apes out the rumble, I was tryna make amends |
| Stack a couple ends |
| Cause there’s no ends to this life that we live so I’m on my Jet ish |
| Shout to Curren$y, a nigga straight respect it |
| Just enjoy this life, fall in love, lay back and enjoy your wife |
| And think twice before you throw the dice |
| Think twice before you throw the dice |
| Think twice before you throw the dice |
| Uh, heavy is the wrist that carries the crown |
| My Rolex represents the work that I put down |
| I hustled hard for this |
| Getting it, riding 'round, soft top '76 |
| Become a legend in the south, nigga we the shit |
| Jet Life got yo bitch’s fingers hella sticky from the doobie twisting |
| Fool if you ain’t up on things |
| I know you seen me and Stalley exiting that plane |
| Jamaica living playa, I’m too high for you to aim at |
| Laid back, ordering some wings in my wave cap |
| Nigga, I live like my dead homeboy still here |
| Order a hundred bottles and sit 'em by empty chairs |
| It’s just money, we hustling, we gon' get more of it |
| I counted a hundred grand this morning |
| Them niggas gon' hate and them hoes gon' - you know |
| Paint the perfect picture with the perfect scriptures |
| They call me the perfect enigma |
| The haters call me the example of a perfect stigma |
| But to be quite perfect, I ain’t perfect nigga |
| I mean I could be perfect wit' ya |
| But I’d rather puff the swisher and listen to some Mister |
| Styrofoam, no glasses |
| Codeine poured thicker than molasses, I’m leaning when I’m blowed |
| I’m just speaking what I know, they say I walk like a show |
| Motion picture, full feature |
| I’m numb to what’s going on, no emotions, hard to reach him |
| And I keep my circle small so I’m hard to leech from |
| And I’m living like Robin Leach, son |
| Lifestyles of the rich and famous, I ain’t leased one |
| All them Chevys mine and completely done |
| Rallies dualies and the T-tops when I need to see the sun |