letra de american hustle - stokely
on the surface man everything swayze
i can count on one hand anything i fear
would phase me
and other the other hand im fearing the motherland
cold stares from my people
they think i descend from evil
but who decided?
was it divine intervention that 1 in 5 n-ggas end off in the
prisons?
or maybe the judge that get about a half a million for every 5 n-ggas he puts in
the system
you wonder why they blowing swishers yelling “ima rida!”
biggest gang in the world preying on the weak inside her
all the while keep her so called “enemies” beside her
the american dream is a
joke, an insider
the only people find it funny is the people counting money
using wall street
as a plug in to the accounts of young mothers
they shrug they shoulders
laughing at the struggle like a joke
n-gga nipsey russell, american hustle
we living in this country that was built by the brothers
but now they k!ll
each other
like the baby rodent that gets eaten by the mother
mother mother, marvin feed us some soul and smother it
with a bit of humanity
and benevolence
wall street be loving it
taking your education and g-ssing your mind
replacing divine with guns and
b-tches
reality is not the fairy tale wishes
i know it gets hard distinguishing eagles from the fishes
like it gets hard trying to get a meaning from d-ckenson
you understand but
you gotta be the fonz in front of friends
the bond always ends
as soon as they find someone with more expensive jeans
and quality jordans
my quality friends elude the cool of having more friends
electronic doors
k!lled the doormen
catholic buddhist muslim and the moorman
would agree that the group simply
consists of 4 men
so why you can’t?
cover the bags of your eyes with wahoo paint
and lead the charge of n-ggas
with flaws against the fake
menaces with minds, no lorenz tate
fight em with progression instead of the hate that’s what they hate
i had a dream a bigger shot me
pyramids illuminati
don’t go hand in hand like that all state logo
what
about them desert sands?
quit with distractions there’s a task at
hand
your enemies could easily p-ss for friends
but they ain’t
many many wait for the reply
whats a demon? a saint?
wake up and i could be cold water on your face
when you wake from this dream
they strategetically place
and when you chase it
you end up in the maze of
the states, this sh-ts amazing.
letras aleatórias
- letra de me encanta - meler
- letra de un'altra notte - diluvio
- letra de sand man - ale the man
- letra de take it back - slummadekell
- letra de фриссон (frisson) - mee:w (rus)
- letra de love worse - lilmuillet1
- letra de com deus é assim - alisson santos
- letra de people like you - johnny reid
- letra de dreamer - benji lewis
- letra de let it snow - 富士葵 (fuji aoi)