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propain – honest كلمات اغاني

[intro]
—lies that they talked about
ms. simone saw something very significant in her song “mississippi goddam”
she says, ”this country—”
she says, ”this country is built on lies”
look

[verse 1]
i know some cold k!llers bein’ honest (bein’ honest)
take care of they kids and love they mamas (love they mama)
pay they taxes, try to stay away from drama
it’s just when a hater played and had no patience for the karma (nah)
dead body, dead body, mop the floor up
gucci mane bang, my lil’ cousin baggin’ dope up (yeah)
i said, “it’s two options out this game here, you know, huh?”
he said, “i’d rather die then be a n_gga out here broker, ah”
long hair her ass clap like it know ya
she ain’t never went to school, but studied up in amberosa (uh)
i don’t feel soul, grew up livin’ with the cobras
new whip, doors open, trunk slam like dorrough’s (mane)
million dollar dreams, but i ain’t sleep, boy, i’m focused
my only fear is dyin’ in debt and leavin’ my daughter broker (d_mn)
gave my hood hope and when i started, i was hopeless
“born to lose, race to win,” you n_ggas know the slogan, pro’

[chorus]
look me in my eyes, tell me what you see, mane (what you see)
money on my mind, i can’t sleep, mane (i can’t sleep)
these n_ggas never gave us nothin’ (gave us nothin’)
got it on our own, we was hustlin’ (we was hustlin’)
yeah, tell me what you see, mane (what you see)
money on my mind, i can’t sleep, mane (i can’t sleep)
these n_ggas never gave us nothin’ (gave us nothin’)
got it on our own, we was hustlin’ (we was hustlin’)
[verse 2]
yeah, i know some real thieves bein’ honest (yeah)
leeches they associate with anything accomplished
claim it’s all love and even put it on mamas
and before you know it, without a f_ckin’ gun they done robbed you
heartless, some say finessin’
the karma like bills, that sh_t comin’ so expect it
my partner stole fortress, thought he had the game perfected
and over a five dollar dice game, a n_gga stretched him (bah)
some homies don’t get that many strikes and learn they lessons
the type of sh_t that have these prisons lookin’ like a blessin’ (honest)
the dumbest sh_t i think is n_ggas k!llin’ over sections
when we don’t own that sh_t, your rent late, they move the next in (yeah)
gentrify the hoods, movin’ blocks like tetris
have your ass out and homeless for development investments
and laws still k!llin’, got a young n_gga stressin’
would you really think i give a f_ck about some protestin’?
man, all that sh_t is for the birds, dog, f_ck it
you say you woke and you don’t even support your brothers (nah)
black woman go through h_ll, your lame ass gon’ still judge ’em
sad part, our enemies sometimes the same color (d_mn)
preachers sellin’ hope, got the pulpits corrupted
folks ballin’ on the ‘gram, loggin’ off they got nothin’ (ah)
postin’ free rappers, won’t even write your own cousin
they dwellin’ in them lies because they truth could get disgustin’, pro’
[chorus]
look me in my eyes, tell me what you see, mane (what you see)
money on my mind, i can’t sleep, mane (i can’t sleep)
these n_ggas never gave us nothin’ (gave us nothin’)
got it on our own, we was hustlin’ (we was hustlin’)
yeah, tell me what you see, mane (what you see)
money on my mind, i can’t sleep, mane (i can’t sleep)
these n_ggas never gave us nothin’ (gave us nothin’)
got it on our own, we was hustlin’ (we was hustlin’)

[interlude]
ms. simone saw something very significant in her song “mississippi goddam”
she says, “this country—”
she says, “this country is built on lies”

[verse 3]
uh, big flexin’ always takin’ pics
runnin’ through the whole check and i even pay my rent
sh_t, i ain’t save a cent, and that sh_t ain’t makin’ sense
the broker that we are, it’s like the harder that we fakin’ rich
diamonds on the chain, handcuff her or i’ma take your b_tch
she don’t know i’m broke, she just hopin’ i could pay her bills
posted on the ‘gram, my dogs look like cam, ma$e and miss
or sell ol’ ass sev—

- propain

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