Serious Klein - 9To5Since91

Текст песни

Yeh, yeh yeh yeh yeh, yeh
3five we all we need
I be fucking up the game
And i know these niggas doubt me
Yelling mirror who that nigga
9to5 cause momma taught me
Tripple 5 we all we need
Seri seri heats the blocka
You know mans gotta eat
This for my mandems and them shottas
Blocka blocka motherfucker
Seen you hanging with them busters
Blood the hunger always touched us
And the struggle never loved us
Player tell me what it does
I be hustling, i be starving
Got a thing for this cheddar nigga
Kinda hear it calling
This for these overnights, pray that you get those bars
Jiggie, jiggie, jiggie, nigga money, power, look at God
Don’t you die blind, slaves don’t ever knew wealth
I know they’ve always promised heaven
But we only knew hell
Black on black, cause i matter homie
Clear water you fucking owe me
We’re not the same
Yeh i know, i mean you fucking showed me
Power to the people
I am a panther with my turtle neck
If GOT made me a pirate
I am about to take the hood on deck
I’ve mixed the Malcolm with some Luther
And the sermon at the service
Got me screaming halleluja
Don’t let your faith leave or lose ya
Or the world blind your eyes
Youngin' please don’t let it move ya
I just had a long ass day
Couple scars on my back
But i am black by resume
9 to 5 what a life
Couple sun stripes in my grey
Motherfucker imma stay
What a day !
What a day !
Fucking nigga, fucking problem
Everlasting, no can’t solve it
Martin always had a dream
Miami blues, that Alec Baldwin
Don’t you do it for these camera’s
Don’t forget to pop your color
My g i swear they gon' remember
Imma put that on my
Cause my momma tired hoe
We out here tryna pay your bills
But we gon' die alone
Who gives a fuck about our story
All them cry alongs
Ay sell that nigga to a master
Put some shackles on
Na thats a oldie, classic song
This for them purple colors, this from a refugee
Stretch yo fist high, don’t you ever let em take your peace
Bebe don’t you despair, made a call up to the air
Got some niggas, knowing niggas
Don’t you worry they don’t care
Black on my black, cause we all know
Hate my people from the heart though
Stole my culture just for promo
Middle finger to the Popo
Took my breath thats on some Loso
Got these negus load their fo' fo'
And this kiddos turning cold yo
If you didn’t now you know though
I’ve mixed the Malcolm with some Luther
And the sermon at the service
Got me screaming halleluja
Don’t let your faith leave or lose ya
Or the world blind your eyes
Youngin' please don’t let it move ya
I just had a long ass day
Couple scars on my back
But i am black by resume
9 to 5 what a live
Couple sun stripes in my grey
Motherfucker imma stay
What a day !
What a day !