jakob leichtman how could i lack (feat. cruzz) şarkı sözleri

Cruzz Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Uh, I got something hot right now Niggas gon talk on my name Like I ain't been the same Damn you right I put ice on my wrist Pussies don't know how to bang But I come with the gang And this pistol might Tyson a bitch How could I lack? How could I trip? I call up L and he air out yo crib I keep a gat how could I miss? F*ck with the bag getchu hit in the ribs You know what it is when I hop on a track Was on a hiatus but bitch now I'm back I know I got haters cuz me they can't match 26 countries I've been on the map Name been the same so just say it right This life is a game so just play it right Leaving me wrong so just make it right Despite the dark times still man of the light I travel the world I'm baggin' your girl And nah I ain't sorry Light skin with some curls need cinnamon swirl Need her ASAP like Rocky You get me but haven't got to me Still learning lessons but you cannot school me Only God can judge me you jury duty And I'm blacked off that yak but I ain't a foolie I've been neglected I've been disrespected but that ain't stoppin' my grind Take me for granted then don't understand it when I don't wanna waste time Done with the scammers Cruzz bringing the hammer He give me the word then it's on sight You f*ck with the fam gonna end in a jam leave it up to the man Pray you make it tonight I'm done with the drama unpacking my trauma lotta wrongs I still need to make right Kindness for weakness don't think I don't see it outta my life that's your mistake right Been through a lot (Yeah) Way more than most (True) I know who I got (Who) The rest of you ghost Haters gon talk on my name Like I ain't been the same Damn you right I put ice on my wrist Pussies don't know how to bang But I come with the gang And this pistol might Tyson a bitch How could I lack? How could I trip? I call up Cruzz and he air out yo crib I keep a gat how could I miss? F*ck with the bag getchu hit in the ribs Niggas gon talk on my name Like I ain't been the same Damn you right I put ice on my wrist Pussies don't know how to bang But I come with the gang And this pistol might Tyson a bitch How could I lack? How could I trip? I call up L and he air out yo crib I keep a gat how could I miss? F*ck with the bag getchu hit in the ribs Niggas don't know who they talkin' to When I walk in they clear outta the room It's Cruzz ain't nobody stoppin' me (Cruzz) You can now witness the prophecy (Yeah) I'm still stackin' bread off the broccoli Like I let it boom if you wanna tomb And no I'm not sending apologies (Grrrr) Send him up to the moon that boy was a goon So I had to teach him astrology You know I come from a land where people abandon Freedom from robbery (Facts) This wasn't part of the plan But they give us a chance for equality (Damn) So Imma just run up these bands and get a few fans I'm doing it properly I was just trappin' a xan and juggin' yo fam I came a long way with the mic in my hand I'ma fight till I'm right at the spot that I planned You ain't get it before but it's settling in Hoe my demons on go I'ma let it begin Like you with you could do it like me (Yeah) Flip the whip and he going to sleep (Flip it) Hollow tips in the clip let it eat All my demons on go let em' be I'm the one who been running the east I don't talk to no hoe or no treesh I been doing myself give them back to the streets (Uh) Yeah I been running the game Bipolar I know I'm insane (Insane) Reach for my chain (Chain) I let it bang Niggas gon talk on my name Like I ain't been the same Damn you right I put ice on my wrist Pussies don't know how to bang But I come with the gang And this pistol might Tyson a bitch How could I lack? How could I trip? I call up L and he air out yo crib I keep a gat how could I miss? F*ck with the bag getchu hit in the ribs Haters gon talk on my name Like I ain't been the same Damn you right I put ice on my wrist Pussies don't know how to bang But I come with the gang And this pistol might Tyson a bitch How could I lack? How could I trip? I call up Cruzz and he air out yo crib I keep a gat how could I miss? F*ck with the bag getchu hit in the ribs Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Baow Baow Baow Cruzz
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