Loosies With Matches

Текст песни Millyz - Loosies With Matches

Buckroll
Really that, though
Yeah

Middle of the trenches with my shine on
I'm the one they lied on, nobody to rely on (Nobody)
Took it from them park benches we was gettin' high on
Seen the 40 blow somebody stomach off
And leave his side gone (Rrah, rrah)
Like why you think I got this fire on me? (Like why?)
Playin' with the kid from in the crib, I get it firebombed (Mobster)
Evil thoughts that I been thinkin' of late (Yeah)
It's hard to eat when they ask for everything on my plate, wait
I know they couldn't stomach the hustle (Nah)
The mental fortitude and the muscle (They don't know what it take)
OG Jack really seen me bust my pistol in traffic
Back when I smoked mids and matched it
And lit up loosies with matches (Yeah)
Lay in the crib without a mattress, roaches crawlin' around (Man)
I'm tryna get somebody slain while I'm watchin' the town
White powder in the field, I used to pitch like a mound (Whenever)
They charged brodie with the shit that they found
He got a life sentence
Ninth inning, sometimes, I be feeling like my life ending (It's over)
Even though I'm in this rap game with fancy cars and nice women
Miami trips, white linen, racks on overpriced denim
Spirit of Ecstasy on the emblem, that's a Double-R

Yeah, that's why you gotta understand
I'll never take this for granted because
I remember what it's like to not have it
I still know what it's like for people to doubt you
I'm still fightin' every day actively for me and mines
You gotta have courage just walkin' out the door in the morning
Because you know dudes'll kill you
For this dream that you tryna obtain
That same success you're chasin' after
Someone'll murder you for it, never forget that shit
Yeah

My mama think I'm trippin' (Mama), honor my commitment (Got to)
They gon' put it on the news if them suckers catch me slippin'
Paid security, but I only trust myself, so I'm grippin' (I grip it)
I ain't work out in a minute
This lil' FN'll lift 'em, yeah (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Sometimes
This rap shit be feelin' like Iraq shit (The army or somethin')
Covert mission just so we could get the bag shit (Yeah)
Promoters, they could line you up, different city, hide the bucks
That's why I hate the Sprinter vans
Too many stuck, that shit'll jam (Rrah)
R.I.P. to Pop Smoke, R.I.P. to Nipsey too (Yeah)
R.I.P. to Dolph, Trouble, MO3, Lil Snupe (Yeah)
R.I.P. to King Von, Drakeo the Ruler (Drakeo the Ruler)
R.I.P. to PnB, I'm slidin' 'round with my shooter
I'm slidin' 'round with my shooter
Every city, it get treacherous, no matter where
They stretchin' shit (No matter where you at)
Shit get spooky like The Exorcist (Yeah)
But I'm still runnin' 'round with all my necklaces (Forever)
Without a vest and shit (Yeah)
Multimillion-dollar brand
You know I'd die just to protect this shit, it's Blanco

Shit, I got homies doin' life sentences, natural life sentences
And I got homies facin' twenty years at the moment
That's the environment I'm comin' from
All I ever tried to do was flip that around
With this music and try to make a better way for us
I never said I was a role model, I know I'm not perfect
But I'm way better than I used to be
At this life thing, that's all I'm tryna teach
To my youngins and to everyone around me
I'm just tryna create a better path