roseboy siah - energy lyrics
[intro]
mm_uh
don’t know what i been through
don’t know what i been through
[?], so i grip up on a strap
[chorus]
i look away, yeah he stabbed me in my back
yeah, the trenches no good, that’s why i ain’t comin’ back
my brodie died and he ain’t coming’ back
my brodie died so i grip up on a strap
i look away, yeah he stabbed me in my back
yeah, the trenches no good, that’s why i ain’t comin’ back
[verse]
i stack some paper, yeah, i need me some more
that dirty money kinda risky, fed’s kickin’ your door
guns up, your funs up, tell ’em, “get on the floor”
my pockets hurtin’, yeah, i need me some more, uh
i play the block, only way to get some paper
mе and the bro paid, give a f_ck about a hater
right now, i’m okay
[?], makе it greater
i was out all day, i was ballin’ like a laker, uh
i ain’t know that you wasn’t gon’ ride for me
and i was down when you ain’t spend time with me
and please don’t try ’cause i always keep a .9 wit’ me
my shooters dumpin’ if you gettin’ out of line with me
i love this paper, only thing that’s on my f_cking mind
i told that shorty she can pull, don’t waste my f_cking time
on my side, i got some hitters that’ll do you smile
shout_out rell, shout_out mel, they the f_ckin’ primes
i use to be in the trenches but i don’t go back
i ‘member seein’ opp n_ggas, told me to blow that
my diamonds dancin’, they flashin’, they jut like kodak
me and the gang, we out here totin’ like four straps
please don’t try me, you don’t know what i’ve been through
my momma cryin’, that sh_t f_ckin’ wit’ my mental
the opps is spinnin’, yeah, i gotta keep a pistol
you play wit’ mine, we spinnin’ back in a rental
i don’t know nothin’, please don’t ask me, “who did it?”
these n_ggas talkin’ in they raps but they really ain’t wit’ it
i got the pluggy in my line, tryna run up these digits
i speak my pain, but none of y’all listen, uh
[bridge]
but none of y’all listen, uh
none of y’all listen, uh, uh
but none of y’all listen, uh
but none of y’all listen, uh
none of y’all listen, uh, uh
but none of y’all listen, uh
but none of y’all listen, uh
none of y’all listen, uh
[chorus]
i look away, yeah, he stabbed me in my back
yeah, the trenches no good, that’s why i ain’t goin’ back
my brodie died and he ain’t coming’ back
my brodie died so i grip up on a strap
i look away, yeah he stabbed me in my back
yeah, the trenches no good, that’s why i ain’t goin’ back
i look away, yeah he stabbed me in my back
yeah, the trenches no good, that’s why i ain’t goin’ back
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