Текст песни Kutt Calhoun - Self Preservation (Feat. Krizz Kaliko)

Black Gold
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Kutt Calhoun
Альбом: Black Gold
Длительность: 03:51
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[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] I'm a bread winner, you wanna make a fortune? Place all your money on the black and on the red, nigga This ain't a gamble, it's a promise, I'm a head splitter Y'all been sleepin' on me, now it's time to shake the bed, nigga And wake 'em up to the way the Midwest, spit the Cold, Theraflu, but I'm not Kanye West dissin' Kansas City (Stand up!) Who ever laughed sittin'? (Good) Now you all can see the heart of where the fans livin' Killer City, Misery, don't desire your company I got it all covered unless you're comin' to fuck with me Tech N9ne rich and everybody along with me Deuce click, nigga, I got the town up under me Whole 'nother chief, I politic for the streets Black Gold leakin', it's prominent to this peak Dominance for the weak, who's eager for me to speed My people into an all-star lane and take the lead, nigga [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] I am the last of a dying breed Live by one code that some gon' heed Get rich or die tryin' so I don't sleep So cold in these streets I'm Kelvin [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] Pac reincarnated, y'all made it (Wait a minute) Y'all didn't make shit because the Lord gave me Soul in the mouth to deliver out to all waitin' For a new arrival, what, consider me a tall * Standin' in the light, I got 'em all shakin' "Why they have to bring this nigga out" is what they're all sayin' Strange Music nightly shinin' armor sent me off slayin' Every coward nigga in the business with a false stance Hope you made a livin' off your corny hoax, man (All of y'all comedians) Cause lyrically your whole stand-up It's a joke, you should know that the Sandman Need to put the cane to your throat and do the * dance Cause the gig's up, I wish you big luck Hope it was time that were spent instead of big bucks I'm old-school like Atari when I Dig Dug Graves for you non-valid rappers in this business [Hook] [Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun] I'm a beat eater, your regular street figure But with that heroin flow I'm an elite speaker I leave the streets tweakin', addicted with G fever The kind that come every now and then like a * * Now they bleed clear, y'all can rest in peace here Something like a God that's eternal like a Greek myth Flowin' out your radio into them sweet ears I don't have to tell you that it's no longer a secret The gloves is off an y'all got a weak chin How many niggas gettin' jawed for the beatin'? (Brawl) My defense, (Awesome) Unique spit Leave a nigga shittin' in his drawers from defeat then Compete with anybody relevant If anybody know of anybody you can tell 'em this Black Gold up for keeps and I ain't sellin' shit But if they bad enough then come and lick it off a Melvin stick [Hook]
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