Tear Gas feat. Rick Ross,Lil Wayne

歌詞

Yeah, niggas I'm a legend Look I'm just tryna keep my head above the water, my feet on solid ground Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out a pound Heard a niggas say he gon' do something to me, how that sound? Anybody get out of bounds, shots gon' come and knock him down Probably gon' get my flowers while I can smell 'em It's gon' take my untimely demise before they realize I was a legend I can see this shit now, everybody postin' they pictures With a caption to make people think you really was my niggas Told my mama don't let them fuck niggas in my funeral Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful Illest to write it, all challengers are invited They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers Uh, race to the top and I'm drivin' faster Yeah, run the bag up, then retire after From kilograms to an astute businessman Gave my niggas life, I know it hit him on that prison van You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again And it's a Russell Wilson type niggas raisin' your lil' man Real shit, I know the feeling, ain't seen my son in a minute BM don't answer for me, so fuck her, I'm in my feelings I talk it 'cause I live it, don't give a fuck 'bout no image And I'm just gettin' started, my story is far from finished My lil' brotherjust came home from doin' time Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine And my bro don't owe me shit 'cause I just wanna see him shine Real shit There for me When I got shot, them niggas wasn't there for me, uh (They wasn't there) They wasn't there for me (Uh) When I needed you most, you wasn't there for me (Where you was at then?) I feel like they scared of me (Yeah, they scared) And I just got a bag and another bag (Bag) I just got a bag and another bag (Big bag) Now I'm in my bag and I think they probably scared of me Yeah, yeah And I just got a bag and another bag, yeah (Yeah) I just got a bag and another bag, yeah (Yeah) Now I'm in my bag and I bet them niggas Petrified, too terrified to testify, you get terrorized That's death-defyin', dissect the guy, body parts can't be specified Set on fire, by his dental work, he get identified His bitch gotta come and verify, the revolution will be televised I'm 'bout to binge watch, fuck her on Zoom and let her friends watch That's that free dope, no cap, no syringe top Killin' pussy, the dick need tear drops Tell the opps send a pin drop, I'll be there in ten tops Clip full like an inbox, shoot you in your AirPods I'd like to thank my plug at this time, I cannot forget slime It's a thin line, it's Weezy and Con, catch us on the incline Up, up in thin air, so high, sometimes my throne feel like a wheelchair I'm half dead as it is, flag red as it is Bad breaks or a temper don't add weight to my temple Them bad bitches follow me like a drag race, start your engine Say you're in your bag, niggas, your bag's to small fit in' Niggas scared of me, I'ma cook 'em, who wants some chicken? War M-M-M-Maybach Music I'm on the balcony, I listen to the birds chirp Two hundred acres, lemme show you what my word's worth My women vintage incentives come with the service Regurgitate all the bitches who really worthless My bitch position come with the pensions and purses I'm talkin' benz's, Balmain and all of the Birkins Young niggas beefin', we bustin' down in their verses Contact the killers when shooters begin to surface You niggas slaughtered your daughters attendin' sermons I'm in the Cullinan callin' shots, I'm the colonel My diamonds sparkle, models caught up in the turmoil I keep the drugs and the guns just for the paranoia