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Don Trip

Hour Glass

 

Hour Glass

(albüm: Gotham City - 2023)


Shit
(DTdaKidd)
(Beat those drums)

I keep my head in the sky with a rifle in my hand
The only thing I pray is if I ain't a good nigga, God strike me where I stand
Broke my heart in half, heard my partner took the stand
And wrote on his brother, even I can't understand
But the game is what the game is, I guess
If you live by the MAC-10, you die by the TEC
Kill for the paper, even die 'bout respect
I came close a couple times, but I survived nonetheless
I been broke before and I ain't scared to admit
I'm a Nike sweatband, I'm on your head for the check
Pay me what you owe, bitch, I'm headed up your steps
'Bout to ring your doorbell, ho, I'm here to collect
Me and mama ain't spoke in months, don't know if it's pride or what
Hoping that we both can reconcile 'fore our time is up
Staying at my baby's, now I know what I'm grinding for
I'm betting on myself, baby, I'm just trying my luck
Let's roll the dice and see, you niggas ain't bought nothing
I'll make an income no matter the outcome
The vultures come circling around when the drought come
Pistol on me, I'm a man even without one
Pistol on me, sorry, I ain't leaving without one
If you ready to box, you get shot, nigga, round one
Now watch the ref count to ten
You can't box your way up out the box you going in
The homie got caught with a switch, that nigga through
The judge 'bout to give his Black ass the switcheroo
You know you can't hide from your problems like peek-a-boo
Sometimes you can't see your way out 'til you see it through
Tomorrow ain't never been promised to me or you
And it's a cemetery full of niggas case you needed proof
Signed and sealed from me to you, yeah, I stamped it
Life ain't come with no instructions or no pamphlet
And you just gotta wing it
They say it ain't over 'til the fat lady sing it
Some people tried to set up roadblocks, I took the scenic
My body's exhausted from fighting all my demons
Sorry, I was taught to point the pistols, not fingers
A whole bunch of jealous-ass rappers on my penis
So I'm either a villain or a motherfucking genius
I don't know what rest is, although I might need it
From chasing all my dreams even when I'm not dreaming

Yeah
From chasing all my dreams even when I'm not dreaming
Yeah
From chasing all my—, bae, yeah
Bunch of rappers, uh, uh, on my penis
Either I'm a villain or a motherfucking genius
I don't know what rest is, although I might need it
From chasing all my dreams even when I'm not dreaming
Long live Pif
(DTdaKidd)
(Beat those drums)

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