Weightoven歌词

[00:31.57]I be like, "**** the world and everybody in it" sometimes
[00:35.32]At times, I feel like I'm alone, like all my friends in my mind
[00:39.29]Say Hustle God, got street cred, boy, I never fell off my grind
[00:43.31]The most respected in this ****, just to walk in the sky
[00:47.25]Could tell if you a foreign, shoot ya from the look in this eye
[00:51.23]Maybe if I do bands up, show him a glimpse of that side
[00:55.19]My father-side easy to spot you sparkin', you catch that five
[00:59.25]If I burn you, third-degree, you may or may not survive, puss'
[01:07.99]Smoking, *****, I got the same plug as Spit Vicious
[01:11.61]24k, **** off *****, yeah, the blunt tastes like gold, it's delicious
[01:15.43]Keep on talkin', boy, we know that you's a *****, you fictitious
[01:19.39]Rattin' out a woadie for a bag of silver, you Judas-ish
[01:23.68]I do this ****, Hustle Fam ambitious
[01:26.85]Slit wrist fistin' *******
[01:28.93]I ain't fresh to death, my death is fresh
[01:31.45]I'm so clean, but still got glitches
[01:33.92]Diggin' in a grave, *****, I'm looking for the riches
[01:37.86](*****, I'm looking for the riches, yuh)
[01:41.32]$ui–, $ui–
[01:44.27]Just another day high as ****
[01:47.38]Riding 'round, blowin' pounds with the windows up
[01:51.07]I'm just addicted to drugs, but I ain't ever giving up
[01:55.06]You ever walk up in a room and see no face you can trust?
[01:59.03]Treat these hoes how I want, shoot mother****ers for fun
[02:03.04]If I was you, I wouldn't smoke with me
[02:06.10]You never know what's up in my blunt
[02:08.82]I was taught to rob and serve, make a sucker bite the curb
[02:12.80]Walking slow and talking slurred, spillin' syrup on my shirt