No Tellin'
(专辑: Church On Sunday - 2019)
I
got war wounds on my arms (Yeah) I
got footprints on my lungs (Yeah) Know them niggas tryna come and kill me If I
die, I'ma die a
don (Yeah) I
got two seats in the
Lam' I
got four seats in the
Don I
can only fit six people Ain't no telling, bro, where we going No telling, yeah If I
go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah No telling, yeah Grandma stressed out 'cause the
bills due When you going through it, they don't feel you Put you in interrogation, drill you When you coming up, they wanna kill you Got a
lot of home boys dead and gone I'm the
realest nigga they done lived through Feds, fuck them, I
was talking on the
phone They was tryna investigate the
real you I
can't lie, when I
first came in I
was tryna buy some work for the
ten Then I
went from a
Honda to a
Benz Money, it'll turn your foes to your friends I
got thirty-two choppers in my van I
know God won't forgive me for my sin I'll go to war with them niggas again I'll put a
hollow tip in your chin I
got war wounds on my arms (Yeah) I
got footprints on my lungs (Yeah) Know them niggas tryna come and kill me If I
die, I'ma die a
don (Yeah) I
got two seats in the
Lam' I
got four seats in the
Don I
can only fit six people Ain't no telling, bro, where we going No telling, yeah If I
go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah No telling, yeah Truth be told, since a
nigga got rich Everybody, they done changed on me (Yeah) Truth be told, since a
nigga fucked your bitch It ain't really been the
same, homie (Yeah) Truth be told, when you go and hit a
mission You ain't gotta take the
gang, homie (No) Truth be told, everybody that you taking with you probably might sing on you Be careful who you send a
hit through Be careful who you send your bitch to Be careful who you put your life on the
line for, 'cause they won't miss you The
same bitch you got money with The
same bitch that'll diss you When you broke as fuck, they'll tear you down When you come up, they'll assist you I
got war wounds on my arms (Yeah) I
got footprints on my lungs (Yeah) Know them niggas tryna come and kill me If I
die, I'ma die a
don (Yeah) I
got two seats in the
Lam' I
got four seats in the
Don I
can only fit six people Ain't no telling, bro, where we going No telling, yeah If I
go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah No telling, yeah