Paroles de ' Hell Backwards ' par Rome Streetz

Look, ayo

Trust no one, the soul of a battle-scarred shogun
Plottin' new stickups with a old gun
Inhale the weed smoke deep in both lungs
My destiny's to hold funds
The dough comes and goes, make sure you hold some (Uh-huh)
Step into the dark side, it's far from wholesome
I made a large pie Outta whole crumb, then multiplied it (Flipped it)
Took of advantage of everything that they don't acknowledge (Word)
Some niggas got all the game but they won't apply it (Stupid)
Didn't go to college, I chose the road in the code of silence
Saw the coldest violence, sold plenty dope cut with a broken promise (Uh-huh)
Smoking potent skamas, young and wildin', on the low for Mama
Popo behind us (Whoop whoop), next stop is the Island

I'm solid
Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah)
Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!)
Love, lust, envy, and the hate, it's the vibes
To survive, do or die (Yeah) in NY, I'm solid
Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah)
Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!)
Love, lust, envy, and the hate, it's the vibes
To survive, do or die in NY

Yo, deadass, I been ridin' iron horses (Uh-huh), dreamin' of buyin' Porsches
Daily, eyein' shit that'd prolly make you nauseous (Real shit)
Cautious, 'cause I did and been through a lot, rise and fall
Seen a baller start usin' rock and sell his Gucci watch (Wow)
From the suburbs to the slum curb, done dirt
A lot can change from one gun burst (Bla! Bla!), need all of my funds first
Pocket full of filthy cash, see dirt all over my palm
Heard I got a couple offspring but I don't know they mom (Haha)
Neck glow from golden charms, up arms on whatever, though
Hip-hop is dead, you hear my music through the stethoscope
I run the town, these other niggas is clowns and a spectacle (You niggas washed!)
The bar high beyond they reach, will they grab it? I'm skeptical (Nah)
My energy is charged, I glitch anything electrical
All those who oppose, I execute

Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah)
Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!)
Love, lust, envy, and the hate, it's the vibes
To survive, do or die (Yeah) in NY, I'm solid
Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah)
Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!)
Love, lust, envy, and the hate, it's the vibes
To survive, do or die in NY