Adi de la Valcea feat Vali Vijelie - Aseara te-am sunat lyrics

[First Verse]

Picture me livin' in the fast lane, fine hoes that sing

Pockets that ching ching, and diamonds that bling bling

Shoppin' sprees overseas cuz the money ain't a thing

One day it's gonna be reality, now picture me struggling

Hustling, muggin' and doin' bad

Elevatin', behind the little shit that I never had

It's sad, but I all I ever do is out of need, never greed

No wonder I'ma fiend for the weed

I'm hopeless

[Chorus: x2]

I'm noticin' that I'm hopeless, only roaches could help

Cuz the dopers be losin' focus when approachin' the wealth

No more drinkin' and smokin' and that goes for myself

Since this potent I started copin' with the pain that I felt

[Second Verse]

I start inhalin' real slow

And never slip on my foe

Gotta have it for static, cuz I ain't never been a hoe

Just a handful of niggas ready to ride for a cause

Bout breakin' these bitches and lettin' these hoes come out draws

Man you challenged my dignity when you thought about killin' me

Fucked me up mentally and sent me on a killin' spree

I hate it and love it, you can't do shit to stop it

But I will never be fucked with, predicted just like a prophet

How will it end for a product of the dividends?

Divide, destroy, and conquer

We Southern ass stompers in the World way outside where you stay

Become a victim of the A.K., you look the wrong way

High crime rates, they never really meant a thing

To Southern mobsters, who smoke, spit the Southern slang

I got a clique you can't feel, cuz we all real

You talk shit, you get yourself and who you call killed

Think it's a game when it ain't

Put the mask on the paint

Leave hitters zipped up, hot slugs meet face

Tie this rag round my head, blow two bags to the head

Keep the K by the bitches and the South stays fed

[Chorus]

[Third Verse]

All you wannabe thugs, hit the dirt, snatch your chick and your kid

Cuz when them slugs hit your shirt, you gone wish that you did

And if you must put in work, nigga do what'cha gotta

But if you mug, you'll get hurt, and they gone hear when you holler

Cuz I'm a glock popper, always out to make the top dollar

You disrespect and I'll attack you like a rottweiler

The stockpiler, of weapons, and ammunitions

I put them niggas who be rappin', in last positions

Allah please, why you leave him wheezin' and bleedin' with a hole in his

heart?

When they told us he wasn't breathin' nearly tore us apart

To my critics don't get it twisted, toe-to-toe from the start

It's your life, you wanna risk it? Throw four from the park

When I shifted bodies get lifted like I flip it and high

Filthy rich, killa switch I'm too gifted to die

Drifted off, flip the laws like they comin' fa sho

Drinkin' Hennessey with my doggs when they runnin' for Mo

[Chorus x2]