lirik lagu siahlaw - moonshine
[chorus]
to my young thugs in this lifestyle
all the rich homie quans in this lifestyle
all things considered in that lifestyle
it’s k!ll or be k!lled in that lifestyle
[verse 1]
real n~ggas suffer in this lifestyle
snitches blow your cover in this lifestyle
f~ck with b~tches who don’t love us in this lifestyle
when it’s lit, the light touch us in this lifestyle
the lifestyle, i know it well
was told we gon’ go to h~ll
accepted it, i would pass a test we were known to fail
indеfinitely, i would carry caskets and go to jail
picture mе rollin’ l’s, blow it while loading sh~lls
clippin’ both, go to see my p.o, revokin’ bails
filing orders while drinkin’ water with golden seal
if i don’t pass, at least i’ll be high when i go to jail
[verse 2]
that type of thinkin’ got me thinkin’ that it’s over—well
i was on a plane with propellers that won’t propel
you forward—you snap out of it when they close your cell
you call the shot on the opposition? oh, do tell
eos is like a flip phone when they open cell
finally answer the call of life and you gon’ prevail
like a nosy neighbor, i ain’t leavin’ out no detail
i’ma keep pointin’ out the glitches that we overlook
under pressure, know the crooks see that i’m an open book
hard to read, closer look, chances that us soldiers took
to pay the rent, rein up, blowies in a cozy nook
[verse 3]
raided twice, went to trial, blew once—pause that
gun pics? never me, let ‘em know we draw that
spun blocks, duct tape revolvers—hard to solve that
discreet with my mystique, they don’t know where siahlaw’s at
on whose block? get a b~tch to hit and never call back
new box, one~hitter quitters—what we call that
get up under the exterior, they all crack
controllin’ the emotional intelligence they all lack
[bridge]
leave ‘em open to deception, even seein’ red flags
this is how the game is played—foul how n~ggas just brag
wipe your pretty brown down like a wet rag
get up outta nowhere, phone blowin’ like a meth lab
[verse 4]
nothin’ sacred, leave ‘em naked in a bed, they get mad
hit the shower like a ball player, get grabbed
by a fiend for a fifty—we don’t get cabs
lead ‘em on just like a mayweather left jab
write hooks, siah pen bleedin’ on a fresh pad
from the block to the studio, don’t get tagged
us cv’s got a street fam that would impress fab
gotta look both ways ‘cause our sets clash
[outro]
leave the west, head to central kitchen just to get jag
volume up, hit the ave and fly like i got jet lag
i’ve been there, in that mindset
i didn’t die, i guess it ain’t my time yet
the reward i got was time
i guess it helped to change a n~gga mind
focused on the now, you’ll regret it the next day
time is of the essence, got you countin’ all your blessings
while you loadin’ rounds in all your weapons
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