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deep green - mad about bars كلمات الأغنية

[part i]

[verse]
all this paper i’ve counted, all this paper i’ve made
all this paper i’ve handed over, all this paper i’ve kept
all this paper i’ve saved, like all this paper i’ve spent
on the field like i’m playing ball, i just let them hate on the bench
been through truckloads, float on the trap like a bus board
kick down your trees, call me jean_claude
you ain’t fly no more, you a concorde
g i shine hard, it ain’t hard to stare
at my timepiece, it’s no cartier
trap, trap, like a party’s rare
slap, slap, that’s my target there
.44 beating
chest shot, that’s your torso leaking
get guap, don’t trap
won’t find me in a room with the po_po speaking
and i heard your mandem are fuming
cah you come through with some flimsy change
we’ve got francos and cubans
you won’t act up, you’ll get jacked up
i might strangle a human
man of my word, they say i go ham in the verse
and i got a kiss from my nan when i put a bag in her purse
then she put her purse in her bag and i just returned to the trap
hit up the kitchen, i’m whipping with nigs, let me turn on the tap
i’ve been out here all day, out here all night, ay, ay, ay
imma get paid cah they’re calling my line but wait, wait, wait
i’m f_cking with beige, i’m f_cking with light, that’s weight, weight, wegiht
my jewels insane, diamonds all white, kkk
f_ck that n_gga, nah he ain’t road, he a rap n_gga
he ain’t even worth my bullets but he might get a slap n_gga
savages only, y.g.’s, that’s travis and tony
and you don’t wanna come through shining
cah fly boy might sn_tch off your rollie
out in the streets where i stay
what you make in a week is my day
i’m down for whatever, i’ll trap in this weather
i’ll make a couple g’s in the rain
but this trap got me needing a break
might fly out to egypt or spain
all these lines on a mazza, got no time for napa
these cats give me reasons to stay
make cash quick
sixty_six grams in the pyrex bowl, on my k_trap sh_t
my sixty_six hangs, that’s ice in gold, yeah i’m straight active
spinning these grams, yeah i make packs flip
dibs want me slammed but they ain’t catch sh_t
been round the block so much, fam i swear that it made man sick
nauseous, i be walking all cautious
started driving in corsas, now it’s more power for more horses
vvs looking flawless, teacher said i’d be hopeless
but f_ck this b_tch cause i’m up six b_tch
and i know that she knows this
[part ii]

[verse]
ready, i was out here n_gga, tryna feed my belly
i told my brudda “light up the spliff” cah the cat was really smelly
true stories for the block, look i’ve got plenty
red cups, n_gga pour the remy, f_ck the henny
started off with crumbs and now the package really heavy
they’re sleeping on me, imma wake ’em up like freddy
shout out to the fans, like i could never have too many
look i was steady debating
if i could do this through music while moving z’s on the pavement
look i was never impatient, i will eventually make it
until then i’m in the kitchen, call me that chef with no apr_n
get my whipping on, look, turned the digi’s on
bagging up while playing my music, my n_ggas spit along
just like a flower, i need time to grow
imma make it out this trap with a microphone
i make them packs disappear, call me dynamo
been up on this strip for so long, now it’s time to go
they like the flow, they say i might just blow
cah i do this for them trappers spending nights on road
ready, i remember when we never had a penny
now fast_forward to just after action 20
i copped the oyster and my brudda copped a presi
getting money man, that sh_t gave me a semi
hood rich, i give a f_ck about a jezzy
came a long way from coat hangers on the telly
you sleeping on me, imma wake you up like freddy
shout out to the fans, like i could never have too many
smoking on a tulip, yeah that sh_t be full of buds
n_ggas know i do this cah this sh_t is what i does
six years deep, now i’ve finally got a buzz
up six, yeah i’m feeling up good
cocaine in cl_sters, my rope chain encrusted
my n_gga stepped off the plane
and walked straight through customs
packed up, my younger’s strapped up
if you ain’t making money, i just tell you “bad luck”
so you a passenger
so you must know that you ain’t rolling with no amateur
i done put in work so much i filled up all my calendar
but i couldn’t do this by myself, shout to my manager
cah they tried to block me, now they play me out in canada
gang sh_t, imma keep it truthful
i always had the tools but i never did find them useful
staring at my plate, like i started with a spoonful
one pair of creps, now a n_gga’s got a room full
fans getting gassed, i’m like is this what my tunes do?
but i’m gassed too cah that’s something i’m not used to

- deep green

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