Smurk Carter
(专辑: Nightmares In the Trenches - 2023)
DJ on the
beat so it's a
banger Bang, bang, bang You know money and power, got the
trenches united Got some members indicted over money and violence I
was raised in the
jungle with snakes, rats, and some lions (Yeah) Let the
Pellys for winters, dope boys, and giants Daddy took over the
streets, Larry Hoover was my age When weed was so cheap, selling drugs on MySpace I'm a
gangster at heart, could stop a
war with my face Mama, I
said I'm sorry for putting you through the
mind games, sorry "Only The
Family" the
navy, three-double-o is the
army (Damn) Tell 'em, "Re-open Barneys" (Damn) A
hundred fifty on Marni (Damn) A
double cup full of lean (Damn) I
need to drink some Dasani (Damn) 'Cause my piss back yellow (Damn) But my President white (Damn) Plus my 'Rari was white, my Rollie face was just white My uncle had his own crib, but he stay with the
white I'm in a
phase of my life, I
can't be praising the
mice My auntie prayed to the
Christ, I
made a
way through the
night Be glad I
gave her a
flight, my brother stay with the
pipe He just ain't have it that night, I
hate he play with his life Could've paid for his price, I
brought it straight from the
dice "Racketeering" his charge, I
wish he took my advice Money is the
root of all evil (Yeah) Smurk, I
mean Durk be in the
trenches with his people Cursed, I
mean hurt that they just taking all my people Chh, bow-bow, ain't beat his case 'cause he ain't legal Back in 2010 I
went to school with a
desert eagle Sean Jean hoodie, with Shawn Carters in my Evisu's Family treat me different, I
had to walk 'round like I'm see through Niggas treat me like family, I
just told you what the
streets do Young age, I
ran used to run the
streets 'cause I'm a
bad boy Traphouse my Waffle House, I
trapped right off my Android Never duck no niggas or no 12, just the
landlord Didn't have my rent, I
left my bitch and she was paying for it (Bitch) Loved brodie to death, he hit that dope but I
can't stand for it (Nope) I
took over the
trenches for a
century, I'm the
man to 'em (I'm the
man to 'em) Label said I'm making enough for the
streets, just make some dance music (Cha, cha) Said "I can't, I
gotta make shit for the
streets, I'm the
man to 'em'" (Nah, nah) Money over bitches, some reason I'll tend to 'em (Yeah) I
ain't never listen, like fuck permission I
carry a
jam for? (Jam for) Family in the
streets, my relationship, I
got a
handful (Yeah) Count a
million cash, I
swear to God, it had my hand sore (Sss, ahh) Fuck her from the
back, I
had her scratching off the
headboard (Yeah) Nutted on her lashes, I
ain't gotta ask her, what she mad for (Smurk) "Baby, what you sad for? Baby, what you sad for?" (Huh?) The
Brabus truck, the
one that, hmm, I
paid a
bag for it I
paid cash for it, a
duffel bag boy (Yeah) But too much cash'll have 'em paranoid Money is the
root of all evil (Yeah) Smurk, I
mean Durk be in the
trenches with his people Cursed, I
mean hurt that they just taking all my people Chh, bow-bow, ain't beat his case 'cause he ain't legal Money is the
root of all evil (Yeah) Smurk, I
mean Durk be in the
trenches with his people Cursed, I
mean hurt that they just taking all my people Chh, bow-bow, ain't beat his case 'cause he ain't legal