2020 Vision Freestyle - Potter Payper.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Potter Payper
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Potter Payper
[00:03.69]Cage got that cold
[00:07.06]Where that drip at AJ?
[00:24.99]I know heaven's got a ghetto for the G's like us
[00:27.96]Just a clean heart brudda who let the .35 buss
[00:31.07]From knee high, trappin' in my Levi's bruck
[00:33.99]'Til I got my money tall like fee-fi-fum
[00:37.00]Chop a brick like Daniel-san
[00:38.98]It's in your heart if you stand or run
[00:41.26]You can't gamble some
[00:42.66]When you bang your gun
[00:44.13]It stays with you like days when your Dad used to slap your Mum
[00:47.77]Before I snitch I'll cut out my tongue
[00:50.21]Not on my worst enemy, on God I swear that shit can't run
[00:54.75]I've got the streets all in my blood
[00:56.85]For what it's worth, I've got spirits all in my cup
[00:59.81]I'm gettin' burst; my heart, my soul, my pain
[01:02.78]In every verse mashin' works, you don't want no sitcho
[01:06.05]But I'll go schizo', and shoot up the disco
[01:09.18]And stick up the distro, all in a day's work
[01:12.27]Still Hennessey and my spliff rolled
[01:14.72]I'm gettin' the bag, I ain't sweatin' a slag
[01:17.00]I get dirty for sixteen, it goes for twenty a slab
[01:20.03]And I don't know Garfield, but I know Terry the cat
[01:22.98]And if you give him six white, he'll rent you the flat
[01:25.83]Feds will tell you anything, just to get you to rat
[01:28.91]Moncler with the fur, and the red and the black
[01:32.02]Money will make your old ******* start beggin' you back
[01:34.81]I need a house on the hill, suttin' semi-detached
[01:38.06]'Cah livin' how I'm livin', I can never relax
[01:40.88]G, I got fish in the bowl and the recipe's crack
[01:43.90]And this fish talk to me like American Dad!
[01:46.87]And my dirty's a ten, leave your head in your lap
[01:50.09]Chucks definitely tapped
[01:51.30]Don't make him press on the MAC and air out
[01:53.97]Chucks definitely tapped
[01:57.39]Don't make him press on the MAC and air out
[01:59.74]Moncler with the fur, and my diamonds looking burr
[02:03.58]I'm rappin' and I'm trappin', I don't know what I prefer
[02:06.39]All them years on the spur, seem to merge into a blur
[02:09.41]Probably why I drink it from the bottle 'til I slur
[02:12.58]Full throttle when I skrr, and they prayed for my return
[02:15.46]I need my money, Mr Burns, call me Monty
[02:17.95]Cooler than the Fonzie, ballin' in the bando with a blondie
[02:21.54]Paigons say they're on who? Paigons ain't on me
[02:24.62]'Cah I've got that twenty-two inch, I'll kill a zombie
[02:27.65]Never been Pompey but I trap on sea
[02:30.56]Beam at the trap like Grand Prix
[02:33.01]Buses in the room when we convene
[02:35.17]Scheming on bellies
[02:36.29]Kitchen open real late like I'm eatin' at Eddy's
[02:39.14]I have my young G's posted at cribs rockin' ballys and semis
[02:42.96]They ain't doing no leggies
[02:45.04]They just wanna do it like Kevin & Perry
[02:48.10]I've spent mad years sleepin' at Debbie's, kippin' on settees
[02:51.45]I've spent mad years readin' on basic, like **** a telly
[02:54.41]And now I take a ***** to the telly and she ain't basic
[02:57.27]Now I need a crib for my nanny and one adjacent
[03:00.37]I got it out the mud, out the gutter, out the basement
[03:03.30]So I Alexander McQueen on occasion
[03:06.35]Six on my kicks, LV's when I lace 'em
[03:09.16]Bark it like Alsatians, strikers in formation
[03:12.11]Bro hit a lick, twenty bricks off the Albanians
[03:15.02]So I'm John Snow with the bird, I mean ravens
[03:18.10]Shit I said I'm John Snow with the birds, I mean ravens
[03:24.13]I know heaven's got a ghetto for the G's like us
[03:26.78]Just some clean heart bruddas who let the .35 buss
[03:29.93]From knee high, trappin' in my Levi's bruck
[03:32.62]'Til I got my money tall like fee-fi-fum
[03:35.79]Yo
[03:36.56]My baby girl told me I'm a deep thinker
[03:39.32]See I've got so much on my mind but I can't speak with her
[03:42.42]How could I tell her that my friends just schemin' her?
[03:45.35]And more time I'm in the kitchen like Delia
[03:48.18]They said, "P, back then you was greazier"
[03:51.22]'Cah back then I found jail more easier
[03:54.18]I was broke, now I step out like Zim Zimma
[03:57.15]Black gun, black Bimma, fat white hitter
[04:00.23]I need twenty-keys like the gym bar
[04:03.20]And that ammonia smell, it just linger
[04:06.16]Ridin' to some old school Timba
[04:09.05]Flying through Becky, then I cut past Windsor
[04:11.79]I'm in the Crown Court, no Judge Rinder
[04:14.78]Gyaldem sugar, you won't catch me on Tinder
[04:17.65]Catch me in the trap, and my foil and syringer
[04:20.73]Long time P been a double wrap clinger