Adidas

(アルバム： The New Toronto 3 - 2020)

Yeah, yeah

Dope stash in my Bimmer, I can cash out on Adidas
Should I trap or should I rap and spend this cash all on a feature?
My niggas is in the field and they adopted, so I teach
But I gotta spend this cash all on this motherfucking re-up
I'm tryna be a leader but, shit, I'm falling in my past
The trap calling for this cash, I scrape the bottom of the stash
Front a nigga one and I can press it, I can stretch that bitch to half
A lot of shit a nigga never had a nigga's tryna grab
And R.I.P. my nigga Black 'cause they done chopped him into pieces
He was tryna duck polices, I was tryna duck the Reaper
I was on the block, hustling, just tryna stuff the reefer
In the pocket with the nina, shit, I'm popping with the heater if I need her
I'm in the kitchen baking like Anita, tryna freak it like Adina, sell and sneak it to a beaner
I was younger, was fucking up the re-up copping sneakers
'Cause the OGs never taught me how to be up, I got beat up
On them corners, but I came back
Trap back jumping, had it popping on the same track
Lil' mama thugging, got my name as her face tat
Shit, you gotta face facts
It's some real niggas in this shit, you can't replace that
Same block, same strap, shoot a nigga face back
Leave his head in his legs, waist in his wave cap
Cocked the K back, was blowing blades where his braids at
Cocked the K back, had so much pain so I stained that
Mama cried tears, we did bids throughout the years
I had a couple niggas die and I'm just wishing you was here, but shit is clear
I'm riding with my pistol like a Piston through the fear and let them niggas know I'm here
I promise when I die, they celebrate me like I'm 'Pac
It'll be because I reached my goal, not 'cause I sold this rock
Any nigga that try to hate me, promise, dawg, they gon' get shot
I'm from the Dot and I got some niggas that's still down to knock your top
I put this on my baby, this being broke shit done drove me crazy
All my friends done got ghost and went Swayze
My number-one question now is, "Lord, am I gon' make it?"
'Cause it's times I feel alone and just so hopeless on this pavement
I tried to work a nine-to-five, but I can't wait for payment
Shit, that shit just take too long and plus the feeling so complacent
But I look at that road and it's like my goals are so adjacent
The devil on my shoulder, it's getting colder in this basement
I got killers on the left of me, drug dealers on my right
To the world they look scary, but I knew these niggas all my life
And now my little nigga scamming, he tryna cop it off a swipe
I remember different nights, ducking cops and running flights of stairs
Niggas getting scared, but, pussy boy, that ain't my type
I threw it up with niggas past my weight and twice my height
Ever sat up in that dark place just tryna find a light?
I can't even trust myself, my left hand don't know my right
I can put this on my dead mama
Marijuana sales done bought this Ferragamo
Out of state licks, done got to flex some Moncler on 'em
Bitch, I'm all smiles like the logo of the Murakami
Niggas can't stop me, now they fearing on me
Only thing I fear is God, I can never fear the odds
Eric committing a suicide the only time you seen the tears fall
Shot my nigga Nesta in his head, they tried to clear 'em off
Then my cousin Dave got shot in front of grandma's
I been in them shootouts in the parking lots and standoffs
Real plugs where I'm from, no niggas never ranned off
Give it to my lil' nigga, pass it by the hand-off
Had to sell him game, you gotta pass and put your man on

'Cause even if I
Even if I don't get it
Then I might die trying
'Cause I was born broke but I'ma die rich
Even if I
If I never get it
I'll still have this dope stash when I blow past
Selling snow like it's winter in the forecast
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
Said, I gotta make it
And if they won't give it to me, I'm gon' take it, whoa
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
And if they won't give it to me, I'm gon' take it