Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Adidas, artist - Tory Lanez. Album song The New Toronto 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Adidas |
Dope stash in my Bimmer, I can cash out on Adidas |
Should I trap or should I rap and spend this cash all on a feature? |
My niggas is in the field and they adopted, so I teach |
But I gotta spend this cash all on this motherfuckin' re-up |
I’m tryna be a leader but, shit, I’m fallin' in my past |
The trap callin' for this cash, I scrape the bottom of the stash |
Front a nigga one and I can press it, I can stretch that bitch to half |
A lot of shit a nigga never had a nigga’s tryna grab |
And R.I.P. |
my nigga Black 'cause they done chopped him into pieces |
He was tryna duck polices, I was tryna duck the Reaper |
I was on the block, hustlin', just tryna stuff the reefer |
In the pocket with the nina, shit, I’m poppin' with the heater if I need her |
I’m in the kitchen bakin' like Anita, tryna freak it like Adina, |
sell and sneak it to a beaner |
I was younger, was fuckin' up the re-up coppin' sneakers |
'Cause the OGs never taught me how to be up, I got beat up |
On them corners, but I came back |
Trap back jumpin', had it poppin' on the same track |
Lil' mama thuggin', got my name as her face tat |
Shit, you gotta face facts |
It’s some real niggas in this shit, you can’t replace that |
Same block, same strap, shoot a nigga face back |
Leave his head in his legs, waist in his wave cap |
Cocked the K back, was blowin' blades where his braids at |
Cocked the K back, had so much pain so I stained that |
Mama cried tears, we did bids throughout the years |
I had a couple niggas die and I’m just wishin' you was here, but shit is clear |
I’m ridin' with my pistol like a Piston through the fear and let them niggas |
know I’m here |
I promise when I die, they celebrate me like I’m 'Pac |
It’ll be because I reached my goal, not 'cause I sold this rock |
Any nigga that try to hate me, promise, dawg, they gon' get shot |
I’m from the Dot and I got some niggas that’s still down to knock your top |
I put this on my baby, this being broke shit done drove me crazy |
All my friends done got ghost and went Swayze |
My number-one question now is, «Lord, am I gon' make it?» |
'Cause it’s times I feel alone and just so hopeless on this pavement |
I tried to work a nine-to-five, but I can’t wait for payment |
Shit, that shit just take too long and plus the feelin' so complacent |
But I look at that road and it’s like my goals are so adjacent |
The devil on my shoulder, it’s gettin' colder in this basement |
I got killers on the left of me, drug dealers on my right |
To the world they look scary, but I knew these niggas all my life |
And now my little nigga scammin', he tryna cop it off a swipe |
I remember different nights, duckin' cops and runnin' flights of stairs |
Niggas gettin' scared, but, pussy boy, that ain’t my type |
I threw it up with niggas past my weight and twice my height |
Ever sat up in that dark place just tryna find a light? |
I can’t even trust myself, my left hand don’t know my right |
I can put this on my dead mama |
Marijuana sales done bought this Ferragamo |
Out of state licks, done got to flex some Moncler on 'em |
Bitch, I’m all smiles like the logo of the Murakami |
Niggas can’t stop me, now they fearin' on me |
Only thing I fear is God, I can never fear the odds |
Eric committin' a suicide the only time you seen the tears fall |
Shot my nigga Nesta in his head, they tried to clear 'em off |
Then my cousin Dave got shot in front of grandma’s |
I been in them shootouts in the parkin' lots and standoffs |
Real plugs where I’m from, no niggas never ranned off |
Give it to my lil' nigga, pass it by the hand-off |
Had to sell him game, you gotta pass and put your man on |
'Cause even if I |
Even if I don’t get it |
Then I might die trying |
'Cause I was born broke but I’ma die rich |
Even if I |
If I never get it |
I’ll still have this dope stash when I blow past |
Sellin' snow like it’s winter in the forecast |
I gotta make it |
I gotta make it |
Said, I gotta make it |
And if they won’t give it to me, I’m gon' take it, woah |
I gotta make it |
I gotta make it |
And if they won’t give it to me, I’m gon' take it |