Текст песни Tommy Gibbs f Smoke (of Complexion) - The Game
Tommy Gibbs f Smoke (of Complexion) - The Game слова песни
{Tommy Gibbs}Like the seasons change, we go thru thingsIt`s thug love, there`s no type of love without painFew who trust, cats that you know gon` bustWe was fine till the streets studio gon nutsWe hemned up, livin the hand deltHold port, trying not to get caught and pinned upLive the same life, same drama, same trifeI be that same nigga, same trigga, same knifeWe been thru it, shit, we used to itReal shit, lot of my niggas, ain`t lived thru itStare downs, throw downs and spent roundBent, don`t remember how it quite went downYou see, once upon a time I ain`t had no killI was into deep, ain`t have no fearOn the grind, remember that beef, that timeRemember that bitch, son, rember that nineChorus 2X: SmokeI said I came up in this gameStruggled just to maintainAnd I`m glad I`m hear, whom should I fearHere`s what you said...{Tommy Gibbs}It`s a flipside to every coinEvery nigga gotta choice to make, which path he takeIt`s a rough ride, cuz it`s real on every sideFolks lose they lives, suggest you choose wiseCan a grew rigid nigga from public schoolCaught beef, fucked bitches together, act a foolAs time goes on, he drift awayCan`t move with a nigga, ain`t goin your wayNow that`s logic, middle of `Merica, to the ProjectsBirds of a feather always fly togetherI`m trying to figure, how many more caps to peel`Fore ya bitches realize it`s realGo ahead and laugh, I think you straight from ya pastYou better find your road, `fore they lock and loadCuz you die, after shots explodeJust never dawned on you, how we never fuck with youChorus 2XHere`s what you said...{Tommy Gibbs}I stay conscious of men, who scream eaze but bring it the endWe can take to the fist, fist lead to the semiSpit real life shit, make ya life shitReminisce on this steel ya earth just strike withNiggas that bust gats, niggas that car jackAny nigga livin trying to change were he atI can die in this game on the grind slingin crackOr die in this game gettin paid spittin rapsCuz you need muscle, shit a straight hustleNiggas in the streets see you bling, they wanna touch youRespect that? no nigga expect thatAin`t shit to you to cap, niggas wanna get atSo I thug it out, this game turn it outSame shit I hate, same shit I love aboutIt`s a real thin line between death and lifeAin`t no rules in this game, ain`t no wrongs and rightsChorus to fade...