Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Transform, artist - U-God. Album song The Keynote Speaker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Transform |
Have you seen your friends turn to snakes |
Then transform into rats |
While running through the jungle |
I can tell you all bout that |
Let’s get this straight, I’m way above all this hate |
I’m in my lane, I’m circling with no breaks |
And no blinkers, my team still running, gunning |
Still hungry, you think that you can sink us, think us |
Windex clean, no way I’m gonna see the clinker |
And if I’m dirty, you think that you can link us, think of |
Another format, informant, I’m not your doormat |
I hear clicking on my phone jack, no call backs |
The phone zap, matter fact, yo, I know it’s taped |
Matter fact, didn’t you just catch a case |
You in my face, acting like you high as fuck |
Gucci belt, showing out, man, you wired up |
Let’s tie this up, the God got to live this out |
I’m in the rut, but my gut’s never giving out |
I’m in the moment, staring at the hear and now |
Can’t tear me down, I’m living like a righteous child |
I had these thoughts, knew I had to write them down |
No sun rays, I live this shit underground |
The devil’s back, he’s mad at my lifestyle |
Handle my hardware, always had to earn my keep |
Money and friendship, always had to turn the beef |
Behind my back, you should of had your words with me |
But talk is cheap, acting like you own the streets |
You wan’t beef, but all I’m doing is trynna eat |
But we was mans, plans, million dollar scams |
Now June 24th, you lying on the fucking stand |
The judge slammed the hammer, and grand jury glamour |
Now it’s club fed education in the Alabama |
I ask myself, should I put down the hammer |
These blood sucking vampires always coming atcha |
Leechers on my back, bottom feeders, body snatchers |
Savages, in pursuit of happiness |
My wife want half of this, oh, she’s trynna jam me up |
You won’t get half of this, sorry, dear, no tummy tuck |
I ask myself, for the fame, for the bucks |
Now ask myself man, aww, she’s just star struck |
I tricked on Timbs, had flicks of her |
My best man creeping on the Western, spotted in the west end |