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letra de studio nights 2 / state of me - chink jones

[studio nights 2]-ch-nk jones

can’t look back
but d-mn they need me in the trap
pockets collapsed
i gotta put my family on my back
my uncle got m.s., my granny was clean and now she high again
my niggas having beef and you gotta know who i’m riding with
had to push the alb-m back
i’m adding to my bag of raps
still getting high off shit thats greener than a cabbage patch
feel like i got nothing left, still trying build
because every time i spit some heat i swear i feel a chill
this shit 50% sk!ll
and 50% will
because haters alive and well and your dreams they want to k!ll
everybody doubting, do their best to discredit
my undeniable talent and excellence is a fetish
if al davis was alive right now he’d be proud
smoking a cigar over seeing the crowd
i know my son & daughter up there chillin’ with their uncle
tried my best to move on i swear i don’t want too
i lost my brother to the streets, them kids died in the womb
i popped so many zanny’s should’ve met the same doom
but until the lord take me & i’m resting in my tomb
keep throwing up my set, shine music is next fool

[state of me]

*melody plays*

(verse 1)

with everyday that p-ss i get closer to my dreams
having visions of this money man tell me what it means
i need an explanation, a word, or a reason
some things last forever other for the season
revolving door my life, people here then they gone
and only stress reliever that i got is these songs
i f-ck em’ then leave em’
i use em’ and mistreat em’
and say i want a wifey and i don’t even mean it
my mama proud of me my daddy is too
i don’t wanna let em’ down but f-ck i’m ‘spose to do
when it’s no food in the fridge and my stomach getting empty?
my temper short as hell i suggest you don’t tempt me
i got a granny on that white i swear that shit ain’t right
my other granny had a couple strokes and almost lost her life
my cousins back in jail
they won’t give my niggas bail
debo gotta watch his daughter grow up from his jail cell
what the f-ck!

(hook)

(verse 2)

i’m living hell & death is in my perifrial
niggas dying like a trend i swear that shit is mystical
riding on my enemies outlaw til i can’t fly
niggas saying smutty never struggled that’s a d-mn lie
niggas trying set me for a couple bags of loud
but god got my back and doskiii got me from the clouds
sinning everyday and i don’t even pray
so if i go to hell i deserve it either way
my son died in the womb, my daughter shared the same fate
so i cry hard as shit on both of they due dates
their mother not f-cking with me but shit it’s life
once upon time she was ‘spose to be my wife
that’s the way it go i show love either way
can’t have hate in my heart, keep it real everyday
i put on for my people
you listen i can teach you
how to live righteous in a world full of evil

- chink jones

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