Spadez Cappola - 20

Took me 20 years to put roley on da wrist,
But dis bitch tryna tell me to make extra time,
You was never there through the hard times,
When I had to count up the 10’s and the fives,
Or when I told you I got slashed with the knife,
Fist full of keys when I got it in my eyes,
You said you was scared and you thought I was gonna die,
That's why you left through the hard times,
Trust me,
Walked through hell by myself and I’d do it all again,
Used to hold da skeng on the back pocket on the Louis belt, I was tryna get outta da game and I knew that real paper came wid da pen.
I was doing 3-0 on fifa,
Then I stepped in kitchens and done all the white wash, water and soda, boil dat, den I done the billing,
No Netflix, dem man watching series,
I was doing series in da bimma wid da bro,
Thinking life’s a movie,
Trust me I've seen all the films,
Cling, rocks and the tings, times on da m way lonely kilo pack, and devil on my shoulder,
Whispering your gonna get pulled over, sweating
Sweating when I saw the grim reaper disguised in the blue lights,
Tryna take ma freedom and life,
No, can’t risk dat, so held da smoke and vanish,
Can’t panic in da dinger, middle finger out the window, ain’t getting stopped with dis bitch, I know that the passengers a singer,
I can keep quiet, I know that the package gonna talk,
So I keep ma head low, but im feeling like riri,
I keep getting the wildest of thoughts,
I’d rather pay da price of life, then get caught wid dis pack by da nine.
Took me 20 years to put roley on da wrist,
But dis bitch tryna tell me to make extra time,
You was never there through the hard times,
When I had to count up the 10’s and the fives,
Or when I told you I got slashed with the knife,
Fist full of keys when I got it in my eyes,
You said you was scared and you thought I was gonna die,
That's why you left through the hard times, trust me ahh
Pray to god I thank him, had me on right path even when I turned left,
Life is a lesson and I’m so glad I grew up wid less,
This game I’m about to molest,
Same way we done it in da trap,
Now I need to escape with da bands, da bands
Ma team got da mission, vision and ambition,
We tryna build our lives, yeah we done it wid da bricks,
Cement powder yeah we lock it on da strip,
Tryna get it together like a zip,
Sinking ship, but we got the game at the finger tips,
I'm tryna get it all,
That’s why we scrape so hard when we whipping this bowl,
Bedtime used hear the birds all chirp,
Hunting season for the pounds we searched,
Fast lane life,
Pedal to the metal we merged
Life comes fast and careful snake bites trust me they hurt,
And careful of them curves
I should've of paid for trainers instead of wasted time on that fake converse,
Cause they after money, that’s a red flag you gotta divert
Nowadays all I do is earn, keep my eyes open you gotta observe,
If it ain’t paper then do not disturb,
Talk behind my back that’s for sheeps and that’s why I ain’t herd
And I promise that it ain’t my concern,
All I want is cards to insert,
Get my pounds out that's the only thing I deserve,
I know I had the circle filled up with snakes and the cobras,
Feeling like I'm harry,
Tell a man a secret they’ll drop you in a hole,
I was just a tadpole messing wid da sharks,
On the streets filling up the cracks, so many potholes I done it in the dark,
Took me 20 years to put roley on da wrist,
But dis bitch tryna tell me to make extra time,
You was never there through the hard times,
When I had to count up the 10’s and the fives,
Or when I told you I got slashed with the knife,
Fist full of keys when I got it in my eyes,
You said you was scared and you thought I was gonna die,
That's why you left through the hard times, trust me ahh

Written by:
blerim Hajdari

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