What Have I Become (Explicit)-Ard Adz

歌手 : Ard Adz

专辑 : Hard 2 Smile

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:40

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TXT What Have I Become (Explicit)-Ard Adz 文本歌词

What Have I Become (我们变成什么了) (Explicit) - Ard Adz

Don't rely on a man

Hustle on your ones not with five other man

What have I become

Devil to the lord but an angel to my son like

I get the cash and make the cash flip astaghfirullah

I got my mash in this Masjid I'm doings Salah

I get cash and I don't splash out on Louis Vuitton

Mama told me use your brain don't you lose your man

Mum I hear that swear to god I hear you

I've looked my demons in the face and told 'em I don't fear you

Breaking all these boxes till the day I get a breakthrough

Love don't live here but them snakes do you dig that

You think you're real but I see through your heart's denial

I done ran through the pain now it's hard to smile

About you do road you're mileage on half a mile

My Bruddas do road mileage gone half a mill

It's like they rap now they soon turn to pop though

When my strap bangs the only time I pop though

I like Gyal who can rock without Ciroc though

Shot these rocks then I'm off to Maroc though

What have I become

Don't rely on a man

Hustle on your ones not with five other man

What have I become

Devil to Allah but an angel to my son

'016 I spent the year stackin'

You was in the club you spent your year dabbing

I'm from a place where there's bare stabbings

If she's dirty don't you bareback it

F**k the winter I got bare jackets

Smokin' w**d got me lean like a pair of brackets

I'm gettin' mad love but I'm thinking f**k it all

You've had bad luck I've never had luck at all

F**k the feds they're tryna take me for some hostage

Got me sittin' in the station in my boxers

'Member as a young'un I first popped a AC

Mummy found out gave me beats like she's JC

What's the matter mum I'm tryna get in more bread

Mummy clapped me like why you shittin' on your doorstep

Thinkin' about my Bruddas and I'm wishin' that no more dead

Or we dishin' out some more lead

What have I become

Don't rely on a man

Hustle on your ones not with five other man

What have I become

Devil to Allah but an angel to my son

Movie in the 'ood still tryna dodge the camera

Middle of the Brikky so I'm holding on this caliber

Everything's fishy in the Brikky like some Calamar

I was always guilty but I never told the barrister you dig that

They ain't world class dem boy amateur

I'm on my ones but my weapon's in the passenger

Ten years in and out of stations

By now the feds know I won't give a statement

I've done dirt mashed works I ain't proud of my sin

My Brudda said he got me I ain't doubting a thing

I told Raggy that he'll always have a visitor

I've never snitched you can ask my solicitor

They bucked him sucked him Lipo

When they bucked him and sucked him his life froze

What's that 375 on your chain

Get this 357 to your brain for your white gold

What have I become

Don't rely on a man

Hustle on your ones not with five other man

What have I become

Devil to Allah but an angel to my son