Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prison, artist - Unknown T. Album song Rise Above Hate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Unknown T
Song language: English
Prison |
Ghosty |
Mmhmm |
The Trident keep bootin' my drum in |
I’m goin' to trial, it’s all or nothin' |
Blacked out cars and we leave no trails |
Buck into us, of course they’re runnin' |
Buck into us, of course they’re runnin' |
See my life on the block’s like livin' in hell (Hell, hell) |
I’m beefin' olders to young G’s |
Creep on my block and you might get shelled |
You won’t know who done the unknown shootin' |
Why? |
'Cah my strip don’t tell |
Blacked out cars and we leave no trails |
Nine gang lurk in the night, no girl |
Knives or bruck back sawn with bells |
If I’m in the bando then I brought my scales |
Pyrex whip, tell my young t’ug split them bits |
Boy wonder go lick them sales |
My opp boys trap, then chit and tell |
(You didn’t) You didn’t wanna breach that bail (Wasteman) |
(I was) I was in the trap with my bros |
You was in a hotel tryna beat that gyal |
My Rambo knife’s gonna ching man well |
Look, we buss cases |
All my opp boys get clocked when they bop, oh well |
Chuck him in the back bro, let’s raise some hell |
Turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm) |
I said turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm) |
I said turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm) |
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin' |
I’m in the back of a four door swingin' |
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him |
Me and my brodie step two pokeys |
But he got nicked, see, my guy don’t listen |
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police |
Man, they’re missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm) |
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin' |
I’m in the back of a four door swingin' |
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him |
Me and my brodie step two pokeys |
But he got nicked, see, my guy don’t listen |
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police |
Man, they’re missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm) |
The Trident keep bootin' my drum in |
I’m goin' to trial, it’s all or nothin' |
Don’t try link shit to me, you’re bluffin' |
Roll up like a spliff and bun him |
Buck into us, of course they’re runnin' (Whoosh) |
Your broski’s face got bloodied |
Straight to the done him, of course we done it |
Couldn’t finish the drill 'cah the jakes keep comin' |
Cheff man up like I’m choppin' cabbage |
Go another opp block and cause some damage |
Damn it, damn, all my paigons vanished |
They don’t wanna buck us 'cause broski brang it |
Lurk in a Corsa see a Corsa savage, bang it |
Now I’m in a court case, damn it |
When them man on free flow, he got caught, too tragic |
Damage, you see my Niners been the baddest |
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin' |
I’m in the back of a four door swingin' |
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him |
Me and my brodie step two pokeys |
But he got nicked, see, my guy don’t listen |
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police |
Man, they’re missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm) |
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin' |
I’m in the back of a four door swingin' |
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him |
Me and my brodie step two pokeys |
But he got nicked, see, my guy don’t listen |
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police |
Man, they’re missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm) |
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin' |
I’m in the back of a four door swingin' |
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him |
Me and my brodie step two pokeys |
But he got nicked, see, my guy don’t listen |
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police |
Man, they’re missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm) |
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin' |
I’m in the back of a four door swingin' |
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him |
Me and my brodie step two pokeys |
But he got nicked, see, my guy don’t listen |
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police |
Man, they’re missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm) |
Ghosty |