when the line between truths is as shallow as your breath when you sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were like cheap red lipstick and whore
Übersetzung: Heavy Heavy Low Low. Kinder Kinder Kinder.
When the line between truths is as shallow as your breath when you sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were like cheap red lipstick and whore
number for it, this should be concerning ya mayne Look, ya can't sleep cause ya sin so heavy Ya sweating in ya sheets cause ya sin so heavy Ready to die
that we livin low? Y'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'? Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid Look what you made, little kids gettin
lyrically blessed so don't try to ignore Time for some action creeping up your back and keep the beat nasty like Janet my reaction hard I'm addictive better lock your kids
family ain't family no more, nigga? This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I'm talking bags of heavy coke, bracelets
These days it's different (Turning us into monsters) Kids don't fight with knives anymore (Turning us into fire) They fight with guns! Kids got guns! (
infrared hot I'm like Satan Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble kids stop
you From the front seat I can have feelings too Or me and you put on the stage show And the mall kids that's how they stay low Funny how they say 'Wow
the box was Rah Kim or maybe Big Daddy Kane As the years progressed I kept ownin' my craft Bus stop kids would laugh white kids cant rap My voice soundin
whatever conditions I'm workin' trappin' servin' kitchens with intentions to get in my mittens under cover millions workin' off of comission everyday I'm on a mission with heavy
you Grab a friend, see I can have fun with two Or me and you put on a stage show And the mall kids, that's how to change low From them you heard, "Wow
respect to To the man that's made a difference in my world And although most men are hoes, he goes on the down low 'Cuz I never heard about him with
over grape juice and ciroc sips Married to a doctor, cuddle master Don't f-ck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her On the low, she f-cking
got a hood bitch fetish I don't want her number unless she hood bitch ready Gettin' money, still off in the hood heavy I'm addicted, I can't help it,
This is family shit Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga? This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet Yo, I'm talkin' bags of heavy
