Goodbye (High Class Street Music 4 / American Gangster 2014)

Текст песни Young Dolph & Trinidad James & Shy Glizzy - Goodbye (High Class Street Music 4 / American Gangster 2014)

Goodbye Lyrics[Intro: Young Dolph]
Man, shit
Man, how the fuck'd I get into this shit, man?
Fuck it

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I fucked up and fell in love with her (The streets)
Made my first six figures off of drugs with her (For real)
Smoking weed with the robbers, sipping syrup with killers (It's Dolph)
Sunday morning I'm in church but I'm a drug dealer (Dope boy)
This relationship that we share is unbreakable (I love you)
Your spot bitch you got in my heart is irreplaceable (I swear)
Grandma tried her best to get me to stay away from you (R.I.P.)
Remember when I got locked and I caught my first case with you (Goddamn)
You taught these fuck niggas and shiesty bitches (Fuck 'em)
That's why my motherfucking trigga finger always itchin'
They want me to leave you alone since I started rapping (Damn)
Dolph saying goodbye to the streets that would never happen (Hell nah)
[Interlude 1: Young Dolph]
For real
It's like no matter what I do
Where I go
What I'm doing
Whereever I'm at
Across the country doing shows
Fucking with bad hoes
Always wanna go back to the trap
Amen, damn

[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
I love the streets that's why I'm fucking up in high school
I'm breaking rules selling shoes skipping homeroom (Fuck that)
I've seen the youngest niggas pull up on assassins
On the old school [?] nigga trunk slamming (Yeah)
In the streets you can be a ho
In these streets you can be a boss
You wanna be a hood legend you gotta make a choice
Either selling hard nigga or your playing sports (Ha)
Ain't no diploma in these streets just more drama (Hey)
Side bitches who ain't shit jelous baby mamas
I done made it out the streets thank God I started rapping (Amen)
But those streets are still in me damn I miss trapping

[Interlude 2: Young Dolph]
Yeah
Like all I know is these streets (Yeah)
These streets made me bruh
For real
Shy Glizzy, what's poppin'?
[Verse 3: Shy Glizzy]
My future looking scary
I keep on selling heroin (Uh)
Screaming free the gang fuck the victim and the jury (Gang, free gang)
Just cop me some jewelry, your bitch tell me she dare me (Bur, bur)
Diamonds very pretty, oh, shit my eyes blurry
Young Jefe, I'm a stunner, you a bummer (Uh)
Ayy, shawty what's your number?
I sold a lot of narcotics, I swear I don't want it (Yeah)
I'm looking for some other rappers with some good numbers
Label me with the flyest
Label me with the highest (High)
Made me drink, we got it (Up, up)
If I supply it they buy it
I used to run it [?], now the world know Shy-est (Uh)
All of this money piling (Uh)
I just can't say goodbye to it (Yeah)


[Outro: Shy Glizzy]
(Never can say goodbye, no, no)
Cannot say, ho
(Never can say goodbye, no, no)
I'm locked in this bitch, showin' my motherfuckin' deal, man (Yeah)
(Never can say goodbye, no, no)
What the fuck I gotta do?
(Never can say goodbye, no, no)
(Yeah)
Dolph, what it do, my nigga?
They don't make 'em like us no more (Yeah)
Real niggas on, Glizzy Gang, Paper Route
Uh