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Boosie Badazz

Throwin' Salt

 

Throwin' Salt

(альбом: Goat Talk 3 - 2021)


You remember how they did me up and jail
My people was living well, my bills, they gave me hell
These niggas changed, they swore they'd never tell
My right niggas went left, they salt on the snail, but
I prevailed, I ducked that fucking chair
On death row in a cell, pouring my heart through mail
They laughed at me a lot, shitting on all my fans who bragged on me a lot, it was nasty love I got
I had to cry to God, hoping he'd hear my call for freedom
Cause I'm all over the news, nigga
Momma said, "Boo we straight, we gon be fine"
Industry said I wouldn't shake back from doing this time

Gotta throw salt
Here we go again
Got my name in they mouth like some bad ass bitches
Here we go again
They tried to throw salt
Tried taking me out, with cold words, tried stressing me out
Stayed solid 'til the day I got it
Look at me now, still talking my talk
Man, they tryna throw salt

You gon' be dead before you 18, nigga
This the shit the people said so I wouldn't chase dreams, nigga
They always talking negative and I take heed, nigga
Even took my face expressions, mane, and make meme's with 'em
Some say I'm lost, well if I'm lost why you ain't tryna find me?
Guess I need some fucking mirrors when you walk behind me
I lost a couple fake friends cause their heart was slimey
A teenager crossed by them, welcome to the 90's
Tried to shatter all my greatness, so they blame my violence
Tried to X me out the game but I won't go in silence
Guess they gon' try to salt my name cause they know I got it
Guess they gon' try to stop the plane when I'm flying private
Nobody album fucking with me, you tripping, nigga
Mine real, his different, it's no competition
I remember we was jumping fences
Now we chopping game up with politicians, and these niggas

Gotta throw salt
Here we go again
Got my name in they mouth like some bad ass bitches
Here we go again
They tried to throw salt
Tried taking me out, with cold words, tried stressing me out
Stayed solid 'til the day I got it
Look at me now, still talking my talk
Man, they tryna throw salt

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