15 Years Songtext
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15 Years Songtext
Oh seven was the S ′n' R
That′s when I met with blah
Knew a taste flip through the haze when I set the bar
Knew my place, moving weight I started sellin' bars
Soon a face, goons and crates like a telly star
Moved to eight they raid the bone and took his penny jar
Choose my fate blew my papes call me Freddy Star
Slave to trapping keys, made them mad as peas
I kept the finger on the mash he pleaded challenge sleaze
Yeah, wearing 30 grand of golden
Dirty hands were golden
No earthly hand can hold them
Fast forward then, 2010
They keep my family dough off
60 ounce to the pen
Glues innit, like effort, if they come round here again
They'll care about their life hearing the sounder for the skank
Yeah, threw myself into my music
Inside I needed help so I don′t lose it
This is not a face
15 years innit
This the final time I play this rap field I′m finished
Finished, played the gaffer all my life
And now I got no watch, basic rappers steal my light
This is not a face
15 years innit
This the final time I play this rap field I'm finished
Finished, played the gaffer all my life
And now I got no watch, basic rappers steal my light
Uh, got the twelve with one eight four back in ′06
Making money like midge, thought I was so slick
Taking risks, big homie told me "Don't slip"
It′s just the way that I'm wired, I told him "Don′t trip"
Needed the plug, I was power hungry
My yard ain't have no power meters, out of money
Now I'm flipping houses
Rent connect to ′08, man the flip phone, flipping ounces
Flip your neck, cut the check, time to switch accountant
Wrote the spliff, flick the switch, hide the money counter
Fast forward into 2012
You can tell by my chain I′m doing very well
Went from a monkey on my back
To a monkey per a rap
Watch me turn this monkey to a rack
Doggy bag from sketch
Ate it in the trap
Let's take a sec to think back
Facts
This is not a face
15 years innit
This the final time I play this rap field I′m finished
Finished, played the gaffer all my life
And now I got no watch, basic rappers steal my light
This is not a face
15 years innit
This the final time I play this rap field I'm finished
Finished, played the gaffer all my life
And now I got no watch, basic rappers steal my light
That′s when I met with blah
Knew a taste flip through the haze when I set the bar
Knew my place, moving weight I started sellin' bars
Soon a face, goons and crates like a telly star
Moved to eight they raid the bone and took his penny jar
Choose my fate blew my papes call me Freddy Star
Slave to trapping keys, made them mad as peas
I kept the finger on the mash he pleaded challenge sleaze
Yeah, wearing 30 grand of golden
Dirty hands were golden
No earthly hand can hold them
Fast forward then, 2010
They keep my family dough off
60 ounce to the pen
Glues innit, like effort, if they come round here again
They'll care about their life hearing the sounder for the skank
Yeah, threw myself into my music
Inside I needed help so I don′t lose it
This is not a face
15 years innit
This the final time I play this rap field I′m finished
Finished, played the gaffer all my life
And now I got no watch, basic rappers steal my light
This is not a face
15 years innit
This the final time I play this rap field I'm finished
Finished, played the gaffer all my life
And now I got no watch, basic rappers steal my light
Uh, got the twelve with one eight four back in ′06
Making money like midge, thought I was so slick
Taking risks, big homie told me "Don't slip"
It′s just the way that I'm wired, I told him "Don′t trip"
Needed the plug, I was power hungry
My yard ain't have no power meters, out of money
Now I'm flipping houses
Rent connect to ′08, man the flip phone, flipping ounces
Flip your neck, cut the check, time to switch accountant
Wrote the spliff, flick the switch, hide the money counter
Fast forward into 2012
You can tell by my chain I′m doing very well
Went from a monkey on my back
To a monkey per a rap
Watch me turn this monkey to a rack
Doggy bag from sketch
Ate it in the trap
Let's take a sec to think back
Facts
This is not a face
15 years innit
This the final time I play this rap field I′m finished
Finished, played the gaffer all my life
And now I got no watch, basic rappers steal my light
This is not a face
15 years innit
This the final time I play this rap field I'm finished
Finished, played the gaffer all my life
And now I got no watch, basic rappers steal my light
Writer(s): Iqbal Singh Sathi, Lawrence Lord, Robert Mark Beighton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com