Young Chris - Nosetalgia текст песни

Heart as cold as December
Shots hard as the Devil
Hustle, plotting some reggies
Just surviving the ghetto
Survival of the fittest
Itchy fingers for triggers
Sticky fingers we got, it's the fingers that hit us
Best women in tropic, just hella exotic
You can smell on my pocket
Friend tell 'em I got it
Counterclock on the colon just to sprinkle a soda
Whole city embrace him like he a soldier
Waiting to blow, ready to go if them niggas approach me
They watching the cars, they watching the sauce
So I sleep with it closely
Yeah, sleeping banana, freak them with Daisy
Orgasm, they get to busting, leave them no dely
I'm ready to go, he's ready to blow, my nigga, he's buzzing
I murdered a cop, he's better than who? My nigga, you bugging
We get hot and we thuggin', 36 in the oven
God, I'm pitching and hugging, fiends sticking and puffing
Hard now, we crumbling, yeah, we flipping the water
And we richer than Porter and I'm hitting they daughters
Niggas saying wishing me luck, niggas wish me to die
Kid nigga's alive
Cousin on meth leave, uncle on crack crime
Brother on a jail cell, youngest on the back block
Giving no warnings, been in the corner with my Glock high
Lil' clown, fuck you for a pound with that Mac out

Sky blue, one time slid through, it's green now
Stop in fresh lanes, face down like any day now
Licking drugs in strip clubs, this is the Devil's playground
I'm intentionally in it, my intuitions is vague now
Could be lottas of K rounds, make your heart skip a tempo
Leave the aroma, disarranges, build me the incidentals
Gotta switch up the rental, my appointment's in pencil
30 and stitching and turn the info in a sip
I'm just Peedi, I can't be what you perceive me
To be what you seeing and believe on your TV
I'm iller than watching Thriller in 3D
See me still chilling with my nigga, see, it's still us, P
Feeling like a million, fuck these niggas RIP
Buck niggas all they see, fucking with the black and Latin Master P
Bout it, bout it, shot it 'cause I'm probably bout it
Faggots hopping off the closet like style out of pocket