Paroles de la chanson On My Head par BOE Sosa

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Paroles de la chanson On My Head par BOE Sosa

Ah
Gangland
BOE shit nigga
We move as one, yeah
Heard another homie dead
Heard it's money on my head
Doin’ life in the feds

Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds
This the life a nigga livin’, you can't live like this
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds
This the life a nigga livin', you can't live like this

Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent

Dead broke, I done stood through it tall
You my brother, I just wanna see you ball
Grew up in the trenches, I seen it all
Lost some niggas in the grave and behind the wall
Free my brother out the cage, pray he comin’ home
Walkin’ cold streets, I was all alone
Now a nigga up, we was down so long
This how I live, put it in a song
You can't walk in my shoes, you won’t last a day
Smokin' on this chop, take away the pain
Ain't too much real, lot of niggas fake
Sosa on the run, skippin' state to state
Message to the youth, do your own thing
Started from the bottom, made my own lane

You ask me, I’d rather be rich, you can keep the fame
Hundred bands, put it up in a new safe

Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds
This the life a nigga livin', you can't live like this
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds
This the life a nigga livin', you can't live like this
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent

Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent
All that woofin' like he 'bout it, he get filled with lead

Got some shooters slidin' 'round, tryna bust his head
Honestly my teacher told me I was gon' wind up dead
Get your bag young nigga, you gon' be the man
The system fucked up, I was in that jam
Without y'all, wouldn't be nothin', swear I love my fans
Without y'all, wouldn't be nothin', swear I love my fans
Shootouts, broad day, you gon' win or lose
We gon' touch an M, ain't got time to lose
Big bands, rubber bands make the bitch choose
BOE, yeah them niggas don't move how we move
Whole lot of people depending on me
I know Lulmir still here with me
I'ma be a real nigga 'til they smoke me
Lil' bro got forty, watch how you approach me

Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds
This the life a nigga livin', you can't live like this
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent
Heard it's money on my head, suckers want me dead
On the grind every day, duckin' from the feds
This the life a nigga livin', you can't live like this
Pockets empty, no money for the fuckin' rent

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