lirik lagu lil madshot - posted on the 117th
[intro]
posted on the 117th, b~tch, this the f~ckin’ trap! (yeah!)
whole block hot, got the feds runnin’ laps—no cap! (skrrt skrrt!)
glock on my hip, ain’t no motherf~ckin’ scr~p! (boom boom!)
talk that sh~t, you gon’ get your dumbass clapped! (blaow!)
rosewood raised me, i was born in this h~ll—no bap! (madlock!)
[verse]
came up in them madlock bricks, b~tch, i was born in war (yeah!)
117th where we dump sh~lls, bodies hit the floor (boom boom!)
ain’t no peace talks, f~ck a truce, we kickin’ down your door (b~tch!)
seen my first strap at 9, that .40 made me mature (facts!)
i don’t do no cappin’, all my opps be dyin’ pure (dead!)
got a plug from outta state, now my wrist lookin’ insured (ice!)
whippin’ in that kitchen, pyrex dancin’ on the floor (skrrt!)
feds hit my cousin crib, they ain’t find the stash no more (ha!)
grew up off them ramen packs, now it’s steak and lobster plates (talk that!)
still’ll catch a body, don’t care if i’m eatin’ great (nah!)
f~ck a deal, we gettin’ rich off corners and that weight (word!)
police slide, we vanish—ain’t no snitchin’ in my state (h~ll nah!)
say you with it, then pull up—watch how real that get (do it!)
we don’t argue on no ‘net, we just load and spit (boom boom!)
my youngin’ caught a body, he just turned thirteen (d~mn!)
tat his face, now he feel like a k!llin’ machine (psycho!)
ain’t no love out here, even god stay strapped (facts!)
you pray too loud, you might get clapped where you at (boom!)
ain’t no safe zones, b~tch, even grandma get jacked (for real!)
only thing holy is this beam on the mac (pop!)
posted on the ave, servin’ death in a bag (work!)
whole city know the name, we the ones they tag (us!)
say you want smoke? b~tch, we turn that to a flag (wave it!)
hang you from the pole, now your block look sad (woo!)
everything i rap, i seen it, lived it, bled it (real!)
put my opp in a swisher, then forget it (gone!)
this a warzone, every night, we dread it (facts!)
still ride with that stick—ain’t no credit (nope!)
grew up with nothin’, now i want the whole globe (all of it!)
still’ll mask up and hit a l!ck in my robe (crazy!)
don’t trust no soul, even blood might fold (watch ‘em!)
keep a .30 on my lap, heart froze (ice cold!)
mama cried when she saw me hold that tech (tears!)
said “boy, you better chill ‘fore you end up next” (rip!)
but i’m deep in the game, knee~deep in threats (facts!)
told her “if they catch me lackin’, i’ll die with respect” (real talk!)
got tats on my face, pain all in my skin (ugh!)
ain’t no backin’ out, i was born to sin (amen!)
this the madlock life, this the 117th (b~tch!)
where we don’t say much—just pull up and let it rinse! (blaow blaow blaow!)
[outro]
streetlights fl!cker, another soul just got erased
i done seen too much to ever feel outta place
a hundred scars deep, but i still show my face
buried my heart where the concrete cracked and caved
madlock projects—where the real ones die brave
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu bloody alice - birdhouse
- lirik lagu bill wailey - escape from your hell
- lirik lagu jackal twins - harbor delirium
- lirik lagu jusc - $pend thi$
- lirik lagu zharyn - баян
- lirik lagu cj hawk - tmnt dealers
- lirik lagu matthew spencer - you dominate
- lirik lagu bausa (nor) - overfladisk
- lirik lagu артем чугуєв (artem chuhuyev) - дипломатия (diplomacy)
- lirik lagu fray pay - на технике (na tehnike)