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• Artiste: NoCap
• Titre: Assist
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(Al Geno on the track) Ballin', but I beef with niggas mad I ain’t assist 'em Solo, wrong company'd probably take me from my lil’ one I got a plan, I feel like I can turn plastic to silver Tryna escape this shit before it's too late Mama, I'm on TV now Them people need me now The ones that told me that I wouldn't succeed I'm from where it's normal to bleed Ambulance stallin' on purpose They'll let you die before they get to the scene too early Yeah, nigga, that’s that jungle talk, nigga Where the police gotta get there before the ambulance get there, nigga Make sure everything safe, nigga, you know what I’m saying? It's that real, yeah Ain’t no one guaranteed tomorrow Make sure the neighbors keep they mouth closed Trap, he from Happy Hill, I treat him like he's sixteen How could this small place influence a big dream? When I felt no one would listen to me, I would call Wop The other day, I thought 'bout venting to you, who'll I call now? Sometimes I hope that lil’ Cho will think smarter 'Cause I know kids in Chloe need a father I can't be flexin' on no niggas, that shit ain't cool 'Cause it was times when me and Nick would wear the same shoes Now my watch sixty I just hope the Lord forgive me, I'm feeling guilty Could've did charity for the children When you in the trap, gotta stay focused and be ready for the bus When they came, I hit the cut, E got my jaws out the mud I'm out here dealing with the fame, same time, I'm dodging karma I'm out here dealing with the pain a nigga know ain't normal And everything I ever gave, you gotta owe me something But I don't want it, if I leave, give it to Fridge or Punter Ain't no one guaranteed tomorrow Make sure the neighbors keep they mouth closed Trap, he from Happy Hill, I treat him like he's sixteen How could this small place influence a big dream? Ballin', but I beef with niggas mad I ain't assist 'em Solo, wrong company'd probably take me from my lil' one I got a plan, I feel like I can turn plastic to silver Tryna escape this shit before it's too late Mama, I'm on TV now Them people need me now The ones that told me that I wouldn't succeed I'm from where it's normal to bleed Ambulance stallin' on purpose They'll let you die before they get to the scene too early