David Dallas, Buckshot - Ain't Coming Down текст песни

Got enough to go around what goes up ain’t coming down
Baby I’m running it light it up, light it up Puff that shit, if your girl playing f*ck that b*tch
There’s forks in the road, but hands on the wheel won’t let it go Show you how, what goes up Ain’t coming down, coming down
Swear I don’t' give a damn, eighty five kilogram, 6 foot 2 complex of a little
man
Always got something to prove nothing to lose
Dudes just browsing the net for something to do, I’m really not f*cking with you
If Ain’t got no ambition bro then im cuttin you loose, it’s like Chris Brown
chuckin the duece… when they saw YE. on a suit
Tell your girl come f*ck with the dude
NZ finest, king David bitch, NZ’s highness im in harlem now that’s NZ minus
Still I’m giving New York NZ-itis
That ill that sick that killer dog, make em all notice the D like im Dilla dog
your girl eyeing my D like you been involved, it’s Ray Allen for three I can
hit it dog
Spittin on it anyone who think otherwise
Why these other dudes stay writing lullabies
Can’t sleep on my shit keep you up at night, I can’t cut the lights,
would you love it right
Got enough to go around what goes up ain’t coming down
Baby I’m running it light it up, light it up Puff that shit, if your girl playing up, f*ck that b*tch
Theres forks in the road, but hands on the wheel won’t let it go Show you how, what goes up Ain’t coming down, coming down
They say I got the hemisphere on my shoulders, now couple dudes acting colder
But I got this rum and cola, so f*ck that I ain’t paying no of mine
Extend your arm to shake, i’ll extend my arm for a clothes line
I ain’t got no time, music is the slow grind
Cosigns don’t mean shit when it show time, sound so hungry dudes thinkin that I don’t dine, you ain’t busy livin bro maybe you should go die
Sounds harsh but I got friends in hospital beds, who would give it all to have
your problems instead
So stop sweating the small stuff all could be yours cuz, im tryin to find a place to rest my head on the tour bus
I do this for all us, shy half cast in the class scared to try but dont wanna
come last
Who woulda thought man, mum thinks rappers just talkin'
Yanks mention Oaktown when I say Auckland, nah there ain’t champagne bottes
uncorkin', I’m still on the beers with a couple of my horsemen
Still doing the half the things, People just talking, runnin' in the shoes
motherfuckers couldn’t walk in
— Buckshot
The life of a hustler, street survivor I have acomplished constant trials and
tribulations my patience, prove… we are an oasis
Face it Melaton mind criminal crime, peace on my head mean peace of mind when,
I don’t gotta see no violence, read no violence
Got… no island when I say I stay high in the trees
Eye on my enemies dying to squeeze, see OP see OG’s and hope we OD for dope
and more cheese, rats in traps they call traps perhaps they all black and back
they own fact but, fall back dont fall off, fuck swag when you died and the
black bag hauled off
Nine eleven dialing for heaven they wildin milk and honey its funny the devil
is smilin'
With a smirk… jerk. get it work get it.