letra de on me - culps
[intro]
(d-mn legendarykeyzz got beats)
[chorus]
remember being broke, now i got what they can’t afford
pyrex vision, be stirring my future like it’s sauce
all these haters and pagans don’t wanna see me ball
crazy how my young brother wants to see me fall
skating through my city, got my pack on me
cash on me, i got my pack on me
catch me with that black panther, got my strap on me
the mac on me, i got that strap on me
[verse 1]
never changed and always hated, didn’t think i could get it
my shooter crazy, ain’t no taming, pop you like a cherry
yeah my n-gga ridey9, he’ll stick it in your belly
m-lo wiling’ with the 9’s, he’ll turn you into shreddies
i’ve been trapping all day
me i’ll do my k!llers and robbers, that’s where the dargs play
don’t get caught up in the wrong lane
n-gga we be speeding to fiends, all we know is long days
me and my shooter, yeah we run up where your mum stays
tell that p-ssy n-gga “get my dough andale”
you don’t wanna go the wrong way
we can make this sh-t go easy or go the long way
[chorus]
remember being broke, now i got what they can’t afford
pyrex vision, be stirring my future like it’s sauce
all these haters and pagans don’t wanna see me ball
crazy how my young brother wants to see me fall
skating through my city, got my pack on me
cash on me, i got my pack on me
catch me with that black panther, got my strap on me
the mac on me, i got that strap on me
[verse 2]
beat you down in your crib, b-tch we even now
still ain’t paid me my money but f-ck it, keep it now
took your rolly, took your chain, how you feeling now?
if it’s trouble that you want, i’ll bring the beater out
i be on the roads my n-gga so i’m eating out
cause’ they hear that i’m popping, they want a feature now
all my n-ggas in the pen, they need to free em’ out
i never thought it was possible but i see it now
nearly at the top, they wanna see me down
creeping round, i notice rats when the cheese is out
blaze straps and make racks, yeah we been about
huh, yeah we been about
[chorus]
remember being broke, now i got what they can’t afford
pyrex vision, be stirring my future like it’s sauce
all these haters and pagans don’t wanna see me ball
crazy how my young brother wants to see me fall
skating through my city, got my pack on me
cash on me, i got my pack on me
catch me with that black panther, got my strap on me
the mac on me, i got that strap on me
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