a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de overcomer - royce da 5'9''

part i

[intro: westside gunn]
ayo
ayo

[chorus: westside gunn]
all we did was slang dope (all we did was slang dope)
mini tech, that’s my main hoe (grrr)

[verse 1: westside gunn]
fishscales pictures, wish you well
heard you got 30 up the north it’s aight, mean he ain’t need no scale
ruger sh-lls at bloomingdales (doo-doo-doo-doo)
word on the streets he had two for sale
pistol in your mouth like a root c-n-l
aston with the missing roof, p-ssin’ vueve (vroom)
put ten on your head, i bet they get you soon
courtside, zion got 30, bron got 50 (ah)
i better cook a brick in a jiffy (whip)

[chorus: westside gunn]
all we did was slang dope (all we did was slang dope)
baby tek, that’s bae bro (grrrrrr)

[verse 2: westside gunn]
came home scramblin’, all you heard was ambulance
somebody got hit on the corner, doin’ hand to hands
12-12’s out the minivan, it had the ceiling fan
dashboard had the chandelier
sold grams for years, baggin’ up, tasting tears
hit ’em up close, you gotta face the fears (doo-doo-doo-doo)
where i’m from, drivebys is overrated (overrated)
if you got five bodies then you famous (then you famous)
get a hammer for the brick, we gotta break it (gotta break it)
sh-t broke the blender, n-gga (grrr)

[outro: westside gunn]
all we did was slang dope
all we did was slang dope
all we did was slang dope (doo-doo-doo)
all we did was slang dope
all we did was slang dope
all we did was slang dope
all we did was slang dope

part ii

[intro: westside gunn]
griselda
i need your sweet love
darling, can’t you see?
i need your sweet love
darling, can’t you see?
oh-oh
woo, i love you
all i wanted
boo-boo-boo-boom

[verse: royce da 5’9’’]
in search of right like the birth of christ
breakin’ every generational curse in life
perverse concise make sure the verse is right
return who adverse to the earth
make sure that my he-rs- is white
and the contract jewish, to match a grind that’s foolish
a koran that’s buddhist
rappin’ so mike caren and denaun stack moolah
as i sign on the dotted line with the p-ssion of a blind tattooist
in reaction to slithers from lizards mouth
yelawolf this is your first and your last p-ss
i ain’t gon’ put it on blast, your punk -ss know what this about
you think it’s ’bout being loud or tryna be hostile
’til you get found face down on the ground outside of kid rock house
though you a vulture pundit, i hope you get sober from this
men lie, women lie, so do numbers
the energy never lies when you a over comer
the energy never dies when you a over comer
i don’t rhyme for the likes, i’m who the jealous target
i’m underground for life this sh-t is a cellar’s market
the rich get richer, the po’ get mo’ greedy
we need clarance a. to get what’s owed in these board meetings
rappers catch ls after just squeezing ’em four feezys
crackers pattern themselves after the teachings of morris levy
but i was dubbed the greatest by the gossip
i’m king tut to haters from this spyder c-ckpit
it’s jacob custom makes me fire watches
inspired by cool j drivin’ saabs
with cut creator right beside him drivin’ mazdas
i was labeled “drug-related” by the coppers
a government that through the republic
has been subjugated by the mobsters
martin got shot on the lorraine balcony, became alchemy
was spit on at the hospital when suffocated by the doctors
michael was sniped at six at night, precisely by a laser
mac miller died pleadin’ for his life, reciting god’s prayer
immaculately conceived, the product of nas’ labor
ain’t sh-t like me, i’m chris lighty i’m violator
dedicated to the edification of sellin’ blackness
i feel like dame yellin’ at kevin liles over leather jackets
prince when he told nas “own your masters or your -ss out”
best rapper between cardi and meg the stallion is kash doll

[outro: royce da 5’9’’]
overcomer
this detroit, energy i’m on forever
shout out to every body who made it (overcomer)
and remember, god doesn’t call the qualified
he qualifies the called, that’s christine caine
overcomer
the energy never dies (overcomer)
the energy never lies (overcomer)
oh yeah
the station that keeps you in the groove
on the move to saint-tropez
it is that kind of weekend, keepin’ it cool laughin’ with friends, family

- royce da 59

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS