Sermonette Songtext
von Chuck Strangers
Sermonette Songtext
Tough
In ′21, we movin' new, bro
Like Samiyam, we need prosciutto off the bluno
Me and you know ′bout the back breaking years of forsaken label
Love and loyalty, seven years deep
A block away from Vaughn Street
My dogs on they hind feet fleeing blowing tree, you knowing me
My nigga, fuck-the-world was me
I'm moving through the simulation patient pacing
Knowing that my blessings, they adjacent
It ain't equal to the ties we been payin′
Fuck niggas saying?
How one held it down, when shit was clipped
The toe was tagged, the bag was zipped
And I ain′t start crying, times tryin', loop it up
And start flying from the web store, what you depressed for?
Your life right, your stripe nice, but at night
He close his eyes and see the trife life
They tell you, "Run towards the white light"
But they didn′t say what happens after
When you done, you gone for dolo, know to focus on self
Count on niggas to do the same
You know it's rigged but that′s the game
When it's done, you gone for dolo, nigga, focus on self
Count on niggas to do the same
You know it′s rigged, but that's the-
You know it's rigged, but that′s the game
In ′21, we movin' new, bro
Like Samiyam, we need prosciutto off the bluno
Me and you know ′bout the back breaking years of forsaken label
Love and loyalty, seven years deep
A block away from Vaughn Street
My dogs on they hind feet fleeing blowing tree, you knowing me
My nigga, fuck-the-world was me
I'm moving through the simulation patient pacing
Knowing that my blessings, they adjacent
It ain't equal to the ties we been payin′
Fuck niggas saying?
How one held it down, when shit was clipped
The toe was tagged, the bag was zipped
And I ain′t start crying, times tryin', loop it up
And start flying from the web store, what you depressed for?
Your life right, your stripe nice, but at night
He close his eyes and see the trife life
They tell you, "Run towards the white light"
But they didn′t say what happens after
When you done, you gone for dolo, know to focus on self
Count on niggas to do the same
You know it's rigged but that′s the game
When it's done, you gone for dolo, nigga, focus on self
Count on niggas to do the same
You know it′s rigged, but that's the-
You know it's rigged, but that′s the game
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Che Jessamy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com