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Nantes
GENRE
(Hook)
Niggas talkin’ this and that
Know that I got yo back like four flats onna Cadillac
Just play yo role and just be smart
Play yo role and just be smart
Play yo role and just be smart
So play yo role and just be smart
Play yo role and just be smart
Niggas talkin’ this and that
Know that I got yo back like four flats onna Cadillac
Just play yo role and just be smart
Play yo role and just be smart
So play yo role and just be smart
So play yo role and just be smart
So play yo role and just be smart
(Verse 1)
There are two types of men and you can only be one
Life posed to be hard, it ain’t supposed to be fun
Unless you got a Plan B
Whatever it can be as long as your family comes first
Know your trust, know your worth
And evеn though it may hurt
We push through the pain, grow it back like Rogainе
Gas it up like propane
It makes my story sound dope but only upon this note will you know
That after all of the Ollies and the kick flip and what flash sip
You must know that Common sense goes a long way
It’s been a long day
Until the night comes then we ride out
Red rags, gats, we fly
And Momma always said if we die, she’d tear up and I’d breakdown
Look Death in the face now
Look into those pale eyes wit a bold heart and a long blade
Then I boldly ask him, “Who the fuck you tryna shake down?”
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
So now it’s back to the chapter
Shots ring out and there’s laughter as they walk away from that corpse
And never show up in court but then we realize it’s Chubz in all blood
I never thought he’d get wet
I touched his flag, prayed then put it on the set
We went back to the house to get strapped up so then it made 3
And then my momma pulled me to the side saying “This isn’t a game, baby, you’ll die”
Descending straight to hell and I replied “only if I fail”
And then who could tell my son what to do?
What would that prove?
And it was true, look at me now, standing wit my head down
Sayin’ “What were we thinkin’?”
And what we thought we could do
Leavin’ bodies on Slauson, layin’ there wit the corpses
Eyes open, flies all around ‘em, just stinkin’
Niggas talkin’ this and that
Know that I got yo back like four flats onna Cadillac
Just play yo role and just be smart
Play yo role and just be smart
Play yo role and just be smart
So play yo role and just be smart
Play yo role and just be smart
Niggas talkin’ this and that
Know that I got yo back like four flats onna Cadillac
Just play yo role and just be smart
Play yo role and just be smart
So play yo role and just be smart
So play yo role and just be smart
So play yo role and just be smart
(Verse 1)
There are two types of men and you can only be one
Life posed to be hard, it ain’t supposed to be fun
Unless you got a Plan B
Whatever it can be as long as your family comes first
Know your trust, know your worth
And evеn though it may hurt
We push through the pain, grow it back like Rogainе
Gas it up like propane
It makes my story sound dope but only upon this note will you know
That after all of the Ollies and the kick flip and what flash sip
You must know that Common sense goes a long way
It’s been a long day
Until the night comes then we ride out
Red rags, gats, we fly
And Momma always said if we die, she’d tear up and I’d breakdown
Look Death in the face now
Look into those pale eyes wit a bold heart and a long blade
Then I boldly ask him, “Who the fuck you tryna shake down?”
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
So now it’s back to the chapter
Shots ring out and there’s laughter as they walk away from that corpse
And never show up in court but then we realize it’s Chubz in all blood
I never thought he’d get wet
I touched his flag, prayed then put it on the set
We went back to the house to get strapped up so then it made 3
And then my momma pulled me to the side saying “This isn’t a game, baby, you’ll die”
Descending straight to hell and I replied “only if I fail”
And then who could tell my son what to do?
What would that prove?
And it was true, look at me now, standing wit my head down
Sayin’ “What were we thinkin’?”
And what we thought we could do
Leavin’ bodies on Slauson, layin’ there wit the corpses
Eyes open, flies all around ‘em, just stinkin’
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