Sticks & Stones-Joyner Lucas/Conway the Machine/Demond Price/Gary Lucas
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TXT Sticks & Stones-Joyner Lucas/Conway the Machine/Demond Price/Gary Lucas 文本歌词
Sticks & Stones - Joyner Lucas/Conway the Machine
Composed by：Demond Price/Gary Lucas
Produced by：ADHD Productions/Leo Son/Boi Yanel/Mario Luciano
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Talk to these king
Look
Look
Ayo it be at least ten shot every week grr
Get out of the streets this ain't a game
This **** not for the weak
Just save your momma the grief uh-huh
Young turn you to a pack smoke
You out of a leaf
Fiends shootin' in her toe knuckles
She noddin' to sleep ah
I accomplished a bunch of **** that's
Way out of your reach
And I'm still not at my peak screamin' on the label
All of them budgets gotta increase
My project complete project complete yeah this **** finished
Look if it ain't the spade this a bottle of clicq'
Kalamata olive inside of my greek you know the model
Make a million dollars repeat ooh
Got that down to a talk not for
The money machine ring and no wonder
Machine sing and that cullinan thin greenish
That brother just seems genius yeah
They talk the most but they haven't done anything
Meaningful yet I'm at your neck
My releases is your financial
Threat so stamp your checks
Impact for my next batch it's
Predicted to crash the net ah
Look you comin' for machine
You better be at your best
Boy you know the rules you better
Clap if you flash your scat facts
You know whenever we did them shows
Sk and them drove
You know if he pullin' up then he comin'
With his poles you know what that mean
Play with us then bro wipin'
A nose
His reaction is put you on a shirt
No kin or code
My I'm in the zone
Reflectin' on my life and where
I've been as I sip patrón yeah
And who needs a money phone my money
Talkin' no victim on brr
And who needs a wife when I keep
That pipe that's Mrs jones uh
Ain't nothin' worse than havin'
Love for with twisted souls yeah
The ones you call your brothers
Grab the shovel and dig a hole uh
I've seen my own family stab my back
I should've known
They say sticks and stones'll break
Your bones I'm sticks and stones
I wish I could pick up phones but
I know there ain't no way in hell yeah
I think this rappin' s*** is
Cool and yeah I played it well
But really I been contemplatin'
Quittin' if we stayin' real
But would you walk away from fifty
Million or be dave chappelle uh
I'd rather cry inside a yacht than an 88 deville
**** my s**** over the balcony
While we was chasin' wheels
Private chefs dinin' best lots of major meals
But when I'm with my kids I'm at my best
That's how I stay fulfilled yeah
Nights in Miami gettin' drunk and
Whippin' foreigns uh
Just copped a new urus you still buffin'
Up the taurus damn
Stuntin' on you fly as s*** when I'm in orbit
Bought my mansion all in cash
You s****** up your mortgage ooh
You want the fame and glory but
Don't got numbers to support it word
If you don't give me my flowers
***** I'm comin' with a florist d**n
Your shorty ain't a groupie she just
**** me 'cause I'm gorgeous
Hate when kiss and tell y'all
Just ain't nothin' but informants
Better get real I do this for my
Locked up sleepin' on bed still yeah
I do this for my trappin' workin'
On their best skills yeah
For out here stressin' head is spinnin'
Like roulette wheels
Tryna make it back to home base with snakes
In the left field
And I don't know how death feels
But I'll tell you how success feels
I'll tell you what it's like to
Have to worry 'bout your next meal uh-huh
I'll tell you what it's like to
Know who's a hundred and who's less real
I'll tell you what it's like uh
I'll tell you what it's like for real
For real
For real
For real
For real
For real
