s.i.l - jake adams & robin da plug lyrics
[chorus: jake adams]
raised without a pops so i grew up ’round the plug, and
he was raisin’ glocks, slangin’ pot across the block
blazin’ dutchies, sippin’ scotch, spent three hunnid on a cuban
and five hunnid on a watch, but it can’t outmatch the sh*t i lost
raised without a pops so i grew up ’round the plug, and
he was raisin’ glocks, slangin’ pot across the block
blazin’ dutchies, sippin’ scotch, spent three hunnid on a cuban
and five hunnid on a watch, but it can’t outmatch the sh*t i lost
[verse 1: jake adams]
can’t count the times that i fronted a pack
and i didn’t get back what i wanted to
lost few times, been stabbed in the back
but i bounced right back, i don’t f*ck with you
i was in the trap with the plug, makin’ plays everyday
tryna make some money moves
flippin’ bags of the gas to the stacks of the cash
but this sh*t don’t last, so don’t assume
that you went and made it when yo’ pockets gettin’ bigger
tryna numb my pain with a bottle of some liquor
suffocate my lungs with a hunnid thousand blunts
i’ve been thinkin’, i’ve been failin’ for the past couple of months
[chorus: jake adams]
yuh, raised without a pops so i grew up ’round the plug, and
he was raisin’ glocks, slangin’ pot across the block
blazin’ dutchies, sippin’ scotch, spent three hunnid on a cuban
and five hunnid on a watch, but it can’t outmatch the sh*t i lost
raised without a pops so i grew up ’round the plug, and
he was raisin’ glocks, slangin’ pot across the block
blazin’ dutchies, sippin’ scotch, spent three hunnid on a cuban
and five hunnid on a watch, but it can’t outmatch the sh*t i lost
[verse 2: caskey]
ayy, ayy, bounced back from every loss that i ever took
i could write a book on how to stack paper
mobb deep, everybody ’round gettin’ shook
blackout, now you just look like a hater
i got no time to make amends
no room for fake friends in the benz
we throw gang signs, we don’t shake hands
just left with a nine, came back, eight bands
i get, comfortable in the shootout (woop!)
comfortable with the roof gone missin’
bad b*tch get the boot out
i, put the hit out, who gon’ miss him?
my shooter got perfect aim
you try ride the wave, we don’t surf the same
you a clown in my town like the circus came
get the glock or the chopper, it hurt the same
pop out, make ’em ghost
went from coast to coast
too high off this life
don’t need up the dose
pray without my pops
can’t go out sad, gon’ make the most, yeah
move ’round like the president
but don’t need no more votes, yeah
piped up ’cause i’m
[chorus: jake adams]
raised without a pops so i grew up ’round the plug, and
he was raisin’ glocks, slangin’ pot across the block
blazin’ dutchies, sippin’ scotch, spent three hunnid on a cuban
and five hunnid on a watch, but it can’t outmatch the sh*t i lost
raised without a pops so i grew up ’round the plug, and
he was raisin’ glocks, slangin’ pot across the block
blazin’ dutchies, sippin’ scotch, spent three hunnid on a cuban
and five hunnid on a watch, but it can’t outmatch the sh*t i lost
[verse 3: robin da plug]
raised without a pops but i never, ever plummet
robin da plug, i be rollin’ with my gromits
my name [?] run it if we ever off budget
producer dap me up the same way as my cousin
man, f*ck these b*tches
only care ’bout my label and money
don’t care ’bout my image, opinions of druggies
dirty 30 established
we gon’ eat ’til you empty your tummies, i’m hungry
gotta watch who i keep around for company
i’m on top right now, gotta keep ya underneath
so far well done, but job never complete, yeah
[outro]
it’s that dirty 30 sh*t
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