Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Welfare , by - Styles P. Release date: 03.05.2018
Song language: English
Welfare |
| Fuck you and fuck all them |
| If you don’t like me then load up and bust off then |
| That was me like a dime ago, now I’m cool my nigga |
| Learned all of the places his baby mama go |
| A bullet and blood is all that I’mma know |
| Kill all these niggas is all the drama know |
| Me? |
| I throw the peace sign, violate my nigga |
| I shoot everything up, even the street sign |
| Welfare, section eight, fuck that shit |
| It feel good heading to the loft clutching fifth |
| Where I’m from the insurance policy is your gun and the coke pack |
| Never go to sleep where they woke at |
| Walk in your sleep, talk in your sleep |
| Me? |
| I rhyme and run and get it off in the streets |
| What would an angel offer a beast? |
| I’m hoping death in the form in a song that is deep |
| Ghost |
| I grew up on welfare, starve |
| Sugar water sub sandwiches, they ain’t just to eat |
| I ain’t never had healthcare, naww |
| Just a pistol on the waist for the beef, load up |
| Lord nigga you can’t stop it no (can't stop it no) |
| If it’s a war then you gotta go (gotta go) |
| Then I pull up to your block hang that shit right out the window yelling, «blagh blagh», adios! |
| Couple niggas wanna body ghost |
| Catch that ass slippin' let it ring then its adios |
| Yelling capicu playing Dominos |
| With the cartels deep down in el barrio |
| That mo rental had Montego though |
| Now she selling juice independent but he major though |
| Don’t you ever try to play him though |
| Your body’s like a song he can’t wait to lay it though |
| Hand guns and rifles in the mix |
| When you cypher gotta shit and them others niggas don’t |
| Then you gotta do shit that them others niggas won’t |
| Yeah its trifle in the mix you and your brother on the hunt |
| Pray to God they get home |
| If the Feds in the city, we switch phones |
| Niggas hit up the lab and spit bones |
| Nigga we gettin' wealthy and gettin' stones |
| Ghost |
| I grew up on welfare, starve |
| Sugar water sub sandwiches, they ain’t just to eat |
| I ain’t never had healthcare, naww |
| Just a pistol on the waist for the beef, load up |
| Lord nigga you can’t stop it no (can't stop it no) |
| If it’s a war then you gotta go (gotta go) |
| Then I pull up to your block hang that shit right out the window yelling, «blagh blagh», adios! |
| Sugar water and a syrup sandwich |
| A little bullet gain a big advantage |
| Yeah I’m black but my nigga Spanish |
| We gon' do damage catch the lick then we tryna' vanish |
| Downtime I’m a heavy swinger |
| My gun go, «blagh blagh,"like a Reggae singer |
| That joint heavy in the Chevy but you better bring her |
| There’s gon' be a lot of blood, bring a set of cleaners |
| Known in Mecha, Medina, and Medellín, An O.G. |
| known all over the globe |
| They say life is a gamble but you ain’t bet a thing |
| You said you goin' to war but you ain’t dead a thing |
| Yeah I been to jail but never said a thing |
| Ghost |
| I grew up on welfare, starve |
| Sugar water sub sandwiches, they ain’t just to eat |
| I ain’t never had healthcare, naww |
| Just a pistol on the waist for the beef, load up |
| Lord nigga you can’t stop it no (can't stop it no) |
| If it’s a war then you gotta go (gotta go) |
| Then I pull up to your block hang that shit right out the window yelling, «blagh blagh», adios! |