Top Songs By Torchington
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
Before we left the block we use to strap up heavy
We ain't gotta make a call, cause we got it already
We was some young niggas tryna keep that Guap coming steady
We had to take off their plates to put food in our belly's
I'm from the dirt, I'm talking wise chips and quarter waters
It's kill or be killed that's what these mean streets taught us
See them niggas living good take they life for granted
When every gunshot that ring make my family panic
My Mama blowing up my phone trying to make sure I'm straight
But mama we the ones clapping like we back from a break
This ain't no talk show nothing scripted none of this fake
See it's a real-life blessing every morning you wake
Moment of silence for the niggas I lost I'm still here tho
I move milly, stay a hundred yards from them weirdos
Move in silence, most of my moves you won't hear tho
And keep the grass cut for them snakes homie we fear those
Them backstabbers they'll smile in your face
Dap you up like you cool not knowing you feel the hate
I could feel the vibes, could see your type from a mile away
Always talking bout the next man home that's kind of gay
They envious it's obvious somethings you ain't gotta say
If you ain't helping the bigger plan then get out the way
Gotta call shooters my shooters be right next to me
With zero hesitation he'll blow you out of your misery
Only roll with niggas that'll for sure put that work it
I'm with the same niggas that was there when I was hurting
For all you fake niggas I don't fuck with your kind
Play the side where all the real reside
On some real shit
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
They could form but they won't shoot proper
Got these niggas tryna do me like Mufasa
But I ain't got no worries I got angels camped around nigga
I don't trust no further than I could throw you
And I don't pay no man if I don't owe you
We cross paths in traffic I'll show you
But I ain't got no worries I got angels camped around me nigga
I been down and I been up before
Them hunger pains when you down sound like a lion roar
Try to sleep it off but them hunger pains you can't ignore
You just tryna find change to hit the corner store
Now shit change you order shrimp with our lobster
No more top ramen my nigga we eating pasta
We only order bubbly if it's rose now
Take a look around, we got all the hoes now
That's the shit they don't like, got every pic hurting they heart
Don't let that jealousy and envy have you swimming with sharks
I look cool but I'm not tho, I swing a punch and they gon follow
If he dies, he dies nigga we on that Drago
I came too far for you niggas to sidetrack me
I'm here to touch paper and run it up like track meet
Flip it like gymnastics watch the stash do a backflip
Like Dominique Dawes with all this cash in these drawers
I'm labeled a lick now that's why I move different
Big grip on the hip that's why I walk different
Still be in the hood with the gangsters and all the hustlers
I'm usually offline and staying low from these suckers
I Keep it trill, only real niggas among us
As long as I'm felt, I don't care if I do numbers
Cause on some real shit I'm just tryna feed my folks
And motivate the hood to go and get that loaf
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
They could form but they won't shoot proper
Got these niggas tryna do me like Mufasa
But I ain't got no worries I got angels camped around nigga
I don't trust no further than I could throw you
And I don't pay no man if I don't owe you
We cross paths in traffic I'll show you
But I ain't got no worries I got angels camped around me
Writer(s): Christopher Smith
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