Top Songs By Joey Kash
Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Joseph Eugene Irving
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mario Cassalini
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Ay, it's the mafia in here
We some mobsta's up in here, yall ain't rockin yall some squares
It's some OG's rockin wallabies, and moccasins in here
Know some soft spoken killas, they'll talk to you sincere
I was raised on the highway, so I know it works to do it my way
Playing wit my money's like playin wit my emotions, it get Smokey on a Friday
Better check ya bitch, cuz my name on her phone when it vibrate
Always right on time, even when you think that I'm late.
We can get it on, them boats depending on the pie rates
Got a gang of hittas, and they tryna raise the crime rate
You ain't knowing who gon take you out, it's like a blind date
Mob shit like a Castello or a Faranzano
Blaring hollows for this thing of ours, we share the motto
If it's money on the path, we prepared to follow
Play wit that, we'll put ya family on a trail of sorrow
I'm a Rich **** nightmare/ I attract her spiritual
Whenever he on bullshit/ I shimmy in her living room
She know I am joking/ bitch I can't put no kid in you
Drop my third leg on her head/ like a Finish move
Caviar fiends I was moving black gold/
Only one way in my hood/Don't believe in back doors
Soon as the books opened/Folks kicked them back closed
**** think they GD's/ cause they wear black clothes
You from the gutter, fuck that mean? Those turn to rat holes/
Passed every crash course, Smashed every bad whore,
From 96 to 23, i fought in every damn war
Before in living color came on, I got every gram off
I ain't got no money on me, i ain't bring my ass home
I done robbed so many ****, I had every damn phone
When you been here this long, you start laughing at your clones
Pull up like western state, **** snatch you out your home
I'm so 27 eastern, Luciano teacher
Solid in the ether, my heart feel like a freezer
Polished in my genius, abolished any equals
If you a bitch ass ****, don't call me for no features
Baby pics in, my first chain
Knowing killers, by they first name
They getting cash, when the first came
Shed a tear when, his hearst came
My ****'s gone, that's the worst pain
Shit i'm tryna keep sane
Yeah pushing packs, shit they tryna mail it
Cooking dope yeah, they love to sell it
Wear a mask ****, don't inhale it
You survive shit, you live to tell it
you fucked up, so at night you dwell it
Poppin' pill's just, to ease his mind
Fuck the love na, that shit is blind
A pretty bitch, she the sleazy kind
A square chick, i like to season mine
And make a toast, outta season wine
They said i'm woke, shit i never slept
That shit is real, you couldn't tell in-depth
You owe the plug ****, Pay the debt
And being broke, na i can't accept.
That shit is dead, couldn't resurrect.
Written by: Joseph Eugene Irving