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Paroles de la chanson Ain't Fair par Buddy

Part I

Yeah, yo

Lifestyle of the young and the restless
Wreckless slingin' marijuana to mescaline
Momma told me I shouldn't mess with them
But I confess them niggas some of my best friends back then
Daddy told me I couldn't trust them
Gotta get from round all the yes men
Had to adjust when I'm alone is when I start to reflect and shit Got me all vexed, I'm wonderin' what's next
This just in, fucked a bitch in back of the Westin

Was takin' the back streets, all this dirty money attract me
No, I won't be given the scraps to these hoes
I'm packin' these shows in Japanese clothes
Leavin' LAX, then I'm back at Heathrow
Oxtails soon as I'm back on pico
Never pay attention to stats, too busy gettin' the racks
These niggas don't even be livin' they raps, nah
Lifestyle of the black and the rich in this bitch
You see this thing on my wrist, I'm the shit
When I was younger it was only a wish
Now I can't take a piss without somebody comin' takin a pic
Poppin bottles, rollin' up somethin fat with the hoes in the backstage
And drownin' my pain in the champagne
Got me reminiscin' on back in the day

Talkin' about back in the day, back when we was baggin' it up
Had a lil' bit of money, started stackin' it up
These days thought they would love to see me packin' it up, that's what's up
Took it from the hood to Hollywood, now I'm actin' up
Still have yet to meet another nigga that I could trust
Niggas stay throwin' salt, throwin' shots from the black trucks
And takin' them shots like it's Starbucks
Ain't the only one had it hard that end up breakin' the law
But that shit got me all emotionally scarred, still I evolve
This for all my niggas low ridin', we got the bounce

This for all my niggas that's flockin', we in the house
This for all my niggas from Compton, we want it now
This for everybody, ayy

It ain't fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair
Nah, it ain't fair (Ain't fair) out here (Out here)
Out here (Out here), yeah
It ain't fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair
Nah, it ain't fair (Ain't fair) out here (Out here)
Out here (Out here), out here (Out here)

Lifestyle of the super ghetto fellow
Hell or Heaven, seventh letter predecessors
They can never, another level

Never settle, I embody Machiavelli
I get better, I get better, I get better, I get better
I been dancin' with the Devil, God dammit I said it
Takin' drugs and etcetera singin' "Figaro, figaro"
Watch me finger roll up the kush
No, I'm not gonna pass it, kiss it right off the glass on that ass
I got some homies from the hood that'll blast on that ass
I got some bitches poppin' up from the past tryna smash me
They don't know I was down bad just last week
Momma hit me up and she asked me

Said "Baby what you gon' do about it"

"Tell me what you gon' do about it"
"Baby what you gon' do about it"
"Tell me what you gon' do about it"
"Baby what you gon' do about it"
"Tell me what you gon' do about it"
"Tell me what you gon' do"

Part II

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
(What you gon' do about it? What you gon' do about it?)
Yeah, yo

The beat got me hypnotized
Goin' through my Twitter timeline desensitized
All I see is bad bitches and hoes, rap niggas with dough

While the hood gettin' gentrified, shit
Open your eyes open the blinds
Look outside and watch as the dry leaves catch fire

I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high
I'm gettin' ya high, I'm gettin' ya high

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