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adidas - tory lanez lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah

[verse]
dough stash in my beamer, i could cash out on adidas
should i trap, should i rap, or spend this cash all on a feature?
them n*ggas is in the field and they adopted, so i teach
but i gotta spend this cash all on this motherf*ckin’ re*up
i’m trying to be a leader, but sh*t, i’m fallin’ in my past
the trap callin’ for this cash, i scr*pe the bottom of the stash
front a n*gga one and i can press it, i can stretch that b*tch to half
a lot of sh*t a n*gga never had, a n*gga tryna grab
and r.i.p. my n*gga black, ’cause they chopped him into pieces
he was tryna duck polices, i was tryna duck the reaper
i was on the block, hustlin’, just tryna stuff the reefer
in the pocket with the nina, sh*t, i’m poppin’ with the heater
if i need to, i’m in the kitchen bakin’ like anita
tryna freak it like adina, sell a sneaker to a beaner
i was younger, but f*ckin’ up the re*up, coppin’ sneakers
’cause the ogs never taught me how to be up, i got beat up
on them corners, but i came back
trap back jumpin’, had it poppin’ on the same track
lil’ mama thuggin’, got my name as her face tat
she just gotta face facts
it’s some real n*ggas in this sh*t, you can’t replace that
same block, same strap, shoot a n*gga face back
leave his head in his legs, waist in his wave cap
c*cked the k back, was blowin’ blades where his braids at
c*cked the k back, had so much pain, so i stained that
mama cried tears but did biz throughout the years
i had a couple n*ggas die, and i’m just wishin’ you was here
but sh*t is clear, i’m ridin’ with my pistol like a piston
through the fear, and let them n*ggas know i’m here
i promise when i die, they celebrate me like i’m ‘pac
it’ll be because i reached my goal, not ’cause i sold this rock
any n*gga that try to hate me, promise, dawg, they gon’ get shot
up, finna die, and i got n*ggas that’s still down to knock your top
i put this on my baby, this “being broke” sh*t done drove me crazy
all my friends done got ghost and went swayze
my number one question now is, “lord, am i gon’ make it?”
’cause it’s times i feel alone and just so hopeless on this pavement
i try to work a nine*to*five, but i can’t wait for payment
sh*t, that sh*t just take too long and plus the feelin’ so complacent
but i look at that road, and it’s like my goals is so adjacent
the devil on my shoulder’s gettin’ colder in this bas*m*nt
i got k!llers on the left of me, drug dealers on my right
to the world, they look scary, but i knew these n*ggas all my life
and now my little n*ggas scammin’, he tryna cop it off a swipe
i remember different nights, duckin’ cops and runnin’ flights
of stairs, n*ggas gettin’ scared, but p*ssy boy, that ain’t my type
i threw it up with n*ggas past my weight and twice my height
ever sat up in that dark place, just tryna find a light?
i can’t even trust myself, my left hand don’t know my right
i can put this on my dead mama
marijuana sales done bought this ferragamo
out of state l!cks, done got to flex some moncler on ’em
b*tch, i’m all smiles like the logo of the maricama
n*ggas can’t stop me, now they fearin’ on me
only thing i fear is god, i can never fear the odds
eric committin’ a suicide, the only time you seen the tears fall
shoutout my n*gga nessy, in the city, they tried to clear him off
then my cousin dave got shot in front of grandma’s
i been in them shootouts in the parkin’ lots and standoff
real plugs where i’m from, no n*ggas never ranned off
give it to my lil’ n*gga, pass it by the hand off
had to sell him game, you gotta pass it, put your man on

[outro]
even if i
even if i do get it
and i might not try it
’cause i was born broke but i’ma die rich
even if i
if i never get it
i’ll still have this dope stash when i blow past
sell it slow like it’s winter in the forecast
i gotta make it
i gotta make it
said, i gotta make it
and if they won’t give it to me, i’m gon’ take it, whoa
i gotta make it
i gotta make it
if they won’t give it to me, i’m gon’ take it

- tory lanez lyrics

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