Текст песни Ghostface600 - Pray To The East

(Kazza)
600

I'm on the same shit
Nine out of ten, I got my blee (Grrr)
'Cause I ain't slippin'
Rather do a twenty-three (Yeah)
I've lost a lot of dead homies to the streets (Yeah)
I've lost my trust in Allah, so I don't pray to the east (Yeah)
How many days, yeah, how many days? (How many days?)
Hell raised, so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the jakes
Gettin' by every day
And they just slap us in a cage, yeah

I had nothin' from the start, yeah
I lost my brother, where you now?
But I paint no love (Yeah)
Oh Lord, no love, no love (Brrr)
Yeah, lookin' at these pics
And I'm beefin' niggas from froze (Yeah)
Now I'm tryna kill him, I swear he used to be bro (Yeah)
I guess it is what it is
Guess that nigga's gotta go (Gotta go)
How they dissin' me? I put these niggas on the stove (How?)
Just a rapper with some melodies and flow
Put me in your song and I'll be comin' at your throat (Yeah)
I'll have hittas at your home, green light, that's a go (Brrr)
Money on your dome, I'll pay for these souls (Pay for these souls)
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? (Who am I?)
If I stand by, yeah
I can't stand by, yeah (I can't stand by)
You get your hands tied (Brrr)

I'm on the same shit
Nine out of ten, I got my blee (Grrr)
'Cause I ain't slippin'
Rather do a twenty-three (Yeah)
I've lost a lot of dead homies to the streets (Yeah)
I've lost my trust in Allah, so I don't pray to the east (Yeah)
How many days, yeah, how many days? (How many days?)
Hell raised, so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the jakes
Gettin' by every day
And they just slap us in a cage, yeah

They're just hatin', they're hatin' 'cause I done it
They're hatin' cah I come back
And, just, they can't do it, like, d'you know'm sayin'?

I'm tryna vibes
Baddie with me, smokin' my Cali' (Yeah)
Ride with this mask
My nigga, yeah, that's the bally (Yeah)
More than my mother see
I'm close with this rammy
Yeah, 'cause I got clothes for the alley
Talkin' fiends, yeah, talkin' fiends, yeah (Talkin' fiends)
Life ain't sweet (Life ain't sweet)
Imagine rollin' with a knife in your jeans (Uh)
'Cause niggas want your life on these streets, yeah (Yeah)
Why these niggas want more? Yeah (Niggas want more)
Why these niggas want more?
600, yeah, I be down for the cause (Yeah)
I got bine for a bitch in this war (Grrr)
[Chorus]
I'm on the same shit
Nine out of ten, I got my blee (Grrr)
'Cause I ain't slippin'
Rather do a twenty-three (Yeah)
I've lost a lot of dead homies to the streets (Yeah)
I've lost my trust in Allah, so I don't pray to the east (Yeah)
How many days, yeah, how many days? (How many days?)
Hell raised, so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the jakes
Gettin' by every day
And they just slap us in a cage, yeah