letra de bastards - jazz
[verse 1]
lookin about, loft top
i see the hate, off top
it’s all cops around the corner, homie’s a goner
wishing i could yell out to him, “narcs, ditch the marijuana”
but, n-gga f-kk
i ain’t trynna be stuck in the middle of some sh-t like a cold cut
you cold f-cked
i get a close up of my drippy trippy poster
then cuff my gl-ss bong, i named her toaster
thanking god i’m fortunate to pack this bowl and toke up
even pinch off some hash i’m super grover
supernova
lord jazz, low key, f-ck the police
i’m on guard like a goalie case a n-gga try to stole me
sin city and i’m dead in the center
trying to find a way out
these crabs won’t let get up
those my people, yeah i love them
but they out for themselves
so f-ck it, if y’all ain’t with me i’m leaving you here to melt
cause this world is soon to burn, our world is soon to burn
and you praising obama like he’s really gonna help
no no no, backwards, you got it backwards
[hook]
backwoods, young black b-st-rds
living fast and dying faster
knowing we ain’t have a chance from the start
more backwoods, young black b-st-rds….
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