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In A Trance
(专辑: Forty Eight - 2018)
Dim lights on the
streets Dim lights on the
streets Dim lights on the
streets silhouettes of Gs Hear the
wind in the
trees as it pets the
leaves 3
in the
morning the
silent storm Where babies are addicted by the
time their born Cars pull up people short on cash 20 dollar bill ready for 4
gas 16 for a
brick, it ain't happening bro Give me 20 for my slab push your car back home In the
eyes of a
blinking man takes its toll Cuz he gave his soul for the
cane you hold Snow turn to stone like it's watchin medusa And my hood got more rockstars than Lollapalooza Life full of strife never see our dreams I
tell it how it is homie not how it seems We ballin dawg but late at night alone We knowing deep inside how our life unfolds They take a
chance with they life They in a
trance, hustling thru the
night Oh can't they see? That we'll always Penitentiaries or eternal rest Such a
treacherous game and by a
caine by a
boat Blowing sweets to be stuffed with incredible hulk Tryna ease my mind on a
cut full of stress One shawty thinks but for what to impress Gold diggers car poppers aka wheel watchers All it brings is car jackers it creates more problems Ice on the
chain, ice on the
watch Ice on my teeth when I
smile at the
cops And the
dope fiend I
got in my family Told me you fiend for rocks just as bad as me Even though yours shine, and mine get smoked They both I'll have us dead or doing time for coke Or I'd chase like a
dog, chasing its tail What do we get from our love when we base it on mail Miss memories of days that will pay for peace Sacrifice for a
life on these gangster streets They take a
chance with they life They in a
trance, hustling thru the
night Oh can't they see? That we'll always Penitentiaries or eternal rest I
feel like they aiming at my head while I
step thru my house Tell my mom keep the
curtains close when I'm around Enemies over turf over drugs My homie got jacked and he swore it was us Hard enough tryna stay away from graves and cages At a
job where you need the
AK's and gauges Many ways you can catch a
hot one to the
mug From the
dude that you hate to the
women you love Nightmares of my casket and suffering fan And I
can only reach heaven by the
blood of the
lamb Can you forgive all the
sins I
stacked to the
sky (The work has been done, you have to decide) Hillwood is the
land of the
home invaders Its some boys smoke dope, but most smoke haters But don't hate us, I'm only here to spread some game See we didn't have a
choice we were bred to slang They take a
chance with they life They in a
trance, hustling thru the
night Oh can't they see? That we'll always Penitentiaries or eternal rest [x2]
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