With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out And the world get colder, daughters get older
Tell lil´ bro slid like oil, bullets got closer And this shit ain´t for you, this shit for the soldiers Pack like a holster, racks like I´m holding My life on the road real, might see a bison Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in Tell ´em turn the mic in We turn the streets up, make that back seater Vetements, two pieces, that´s a ´Vette two seater
Don´t insist to get in, in the game, no bleachers I´ma press the issue, if he snitch, he disowned Right is right, wrong wrong is wrong Sometimes you on your own own Sometimes you do wrong wrong Sometimes you ain´t long long Sometimes you got my heart, don´t even know Sometimes I know you right even if you wrong
With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out And the world get colder, daughters get older Tell lil´ bro slid like oil, bullets got closer And this shit ain´t for you, this shit for the soldiers Pack like a holster, racks like I´m holding My life on the road real, might see a bison Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in Tell ´em turn the mic in We turn the streets up, make that back seater Vetements, two pieces, that´s a ´Vette two seater
Yeah, on the yard with your jail legs Wanna see you, hear nothing Wanna feel your heartbeat I know your heart filled with love
You could kill with that nigga That don´t mean they love you Strong, stay strong Stay strong, stay strong You ain´t got long, not at all Just hold your arm, I´m coming home
With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out And the world get colder, daughters get older Tell lil´ bro slid like oil, bullets got closer And this shit ain´t for you, this shit for the soldiers Pack like a holster, racks like I´m holding My life on the road real, might see a bison Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in Tell ´em turn the mic in We turn the streets up, make that back seater