Young Bleed

Young Bleed - Confedi songtekst

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Look Eddie
 This is a chance, and I wanna take it
 Now... before I have to kill somebody
 Before somebody ices me
 Are you with me Eddie?

 Chorus:

 Niggaz always claim they've got confedi
 But too many niggaz wanna hop out, before they ready
 Get they hand on a block of dough, try to live like Frank Nitty
 Play it broke until you get out the game, cause the shit gets heavy

 [C-Loc]
 Zo No in the bucket with hoe chicken not made bucks yet
 Nigga couldn't meet me in my spot so I say fuck it
 Them niggaz don't stick to the program, no white folks hang on Beemer
 From O-Z's to keys, now ain't no time to change em
 See that's why niggaz fuck up, chakra made em money
 and they stopped makin money, ain't got shit to do with cut
 Go from twenty G's grind for the week with no expenses
 Til ya splurge and put your biz up in the streets, a nigga snitches
 Now them bitches lookin at you shitty and, you done attracted
 every beggin bitch up in the fuckin city, it's a pity
 With you, honey used to spend a week, jumped up
 A few G's, since she wanna fuckin play gold dig
 They never knew you had that much grip, now you got
 every clown in the city tryin to peep out your shit
 Start splurgin 'fore they time up real dummies they smoked
 But that's the main two reasons why niggaz go broke

 Chorus

 [Maxinelli]
 Main most of these niggaz need to slow they roll
 Claimin balla but they never played the game befo'
 Too many niggaz hindsight, wide right, doin what ya cain't
 Suicide my eyes wide-eyed, bein what you ain't
 Why so many motherfuckers claim they movin that weight
 but wouldn't even know a dime if it shit in they face?
 So why pussy ass niggaz flashin Benz car keys
 showin ass but they barely even seein O-Z's?
 And got the whole neighborhood thinkin they ship keys
 And them makin hoes thinkin that they really OG's
 But boy if you only knew, you shouldn't be
 somethin that you never been, bitch niggaz ain't veterans
 I'm tellin them, lay it low til on the way out or
 end up a dead motherfucker with your dick in your mouth
 Cause when the shit gets heavy, to you it's like a movie
 that's scary and real, niggaz let the pistol play Freddy, confedi

 Chorus

 [Young Bleed]
 Uhh, seldom seem in the platinum dream, hustlin for cream
 By any means necessary, top it off with a cherry
 For every nigga that know, it comes natural, don't rush your life
 away playa potnah stack up your cashflow and take your walk
 a day at a time, from a nickel to a dime
 Smokin weed drinkin wine, keepin it on my mind
 A blind fury as a shine, jewelry flashin
 Niggaz playa hate cause bitches love it with a passion
 but fuck em though; I live untouchable, a hustler high
 Tryin to make it out the game like Superfly
 Livin do or die, and I'm on it 'fore I bail out the do'
 Ask my hoes before I go; you want a blow? Smoke somethin
 Ain't no future in your frontin my naigga
 Gotta get the ground beneath your feet first potnah
 And take it how it come, and play it like it go if you ready
 And let em know you all about your 'fedi nigga huh?
 Hear me say what...

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 Hoes up on the dick, cause you're drivin Lexus
 But where all the bitches was, before you was flexin
 He's a money hungry nigga to have, B-L-E-S-S-E-D
 But the white folks'll have your ass dreamin bout the street

 [Lee Tyme]
 I see, most nigga shit cream
 Them hoes know, when they gets caught by the team, believe me
 they get hotter than that, your stack will scream
 once The Man gets to diggin on 'fedi
 You spend it so lavishly, obviously you ain't recognize
 that them laws do have eyes
 And what you do attract, is like dick to cat
 Before you know, they'll be pullin burglar boys off the door
 The Caddy, whose gonna ride inside? Well not you
 Your folks had to slang em, bank em
 on another appeal, nigga these streets is real
 You reminiscin, do you still get a thrill?
 I tell you it'll fail you every time, these material things
 Get your pride up, got these fools thinkin they kings
 And your punk ass team can't help, or will they?
 Because you didn't choose wisely


 Hey, look playa -- you wanna be rich?
 Well the key to bein rich is paisleys
 Oh yeah but you gotta make sure you make progress daily
 But if your mind ain't right, get your fuckin mind right
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Priority Records LLC

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Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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