Gaza (feat. Melo & NLT Jvy)
I see the bodies fall down, but so does my town
And all the youngins go down, the blood on the ground
Never gon fumble on leisure
I cannot be stuck in the bleachers
They try to play hard and tough by the skin
But I know they the weakest they lacking the patience
I gotta be real, stay humble I mean it, cuz that is my way to the win
Should I be saving or spending on brands
The bank has been paying my pockets
So could I be giving my wallet a chance
Act like my balance got blessed in advance
But where's the advance, my numbers the same, they haven't changed in the slightest
And I see all these rappers who walk in a prance like they the highest
But it seems at a glance, they all simply act, they truth is so biased
Flexin' they bands but please lemme ask where is your land
They never put work with they hands, now they the driest
They hurting they family, fans
Glock on the low, they all getting murdered
Why they be Shooting they brothers n friends
The block is now hot, over a couple of grams
I've seen on the gram, from twenty to thirty
I heard they all dead
Starting the day awake from the bed, but they sleep in a casket
All 'cause they putting they eggs in one basket
You give 'em a chance outta hell but they blast it
Tryna be burning the mic but they turning to ashes
Suppose they be lost, I know it sounds random
But the rain of them bullets reminds me of Gaza
I see the bodies fall down, but so does my town
And all the youngins go down, the blood on the ground
Vendu, pas d'Israël
J'regarde le marché monter l'prix du diesel
Dans ma face ils veulent me faire pousser des ailes
Dans mon back une baignade à l'italienne
Mais tant pis car les bons restent invaincus
Soldat, mais pas connu
Puff de Zaza, et j'les fume j'suis un héro du gaza
Je repense quand j'dirais à mama we made it
Nous sommes les survivant
Y rêvaient des trenches
Nous et les gars sommes différent la photo parfaite est peinturée
J'ai mis dans mon cahier
J'ai mis dans mon livre
Tout c'que je n'ai pas pu te dire
C'était pour le meilleur c'était pour le pire
Fallait bosser pour payer dequoi vivre, 'cause
C'est toujours la même chose
Les enfants qui pleurent les larmes qui coulent
C'est toujours la même cause
Mais c'est toujours la même chose
Des oiseaux des fleurs, il arrive l'heure de mourir pour la cause
I see the bodies fall down, but so does my town
And all the youngins go down, the blood on the ground
These days you don't gotta act tough
Watch out the closest one they gon' envy
He don't care if you think you a OG
He just tryna get a penny
Get rich or die trying before he 50
Watch out the closest one they gon' envy
These bitches choosing it don't impress me
Can't answer the phone right now bae I'm OT
J'suis là pour eux, sont où quand j'suis dans I'pétrin
Non j'ai pas pris ta femme j'te l'ai emprunté
Œil pour œil dent pour dent non y'a pas de fin
Ces rappeurs ont tous une fausse identité
Y disent que d'la merde une mauvaise dentition
Mes streams montent moi j'ai pas besoin d'abonnés
J'te jure y'en a qui changent pour de l'attention
Ouais, ouais c'est toujours la même chose
Non ils vont plus l'école
Y préfèrent arroser pour la cause
Ouais c'est toujours la même chose
Non ils vont plus l'école
Y préfèrent arroser pour la cause
I see the bodies fall down, but so does my town
And all the youngins go down, the blood on the ground
And all the youngins go down, the blood on the ground
Never gon fumble on leisure
I cannot be stuck in the bleachers
They try to play hard and tough by the skin
But I know they the weakest they lacking the patience
I gotta be real, stay humble I mean it, cuz that is my way to the win
Should I be saving or spending on brands
The bank has been paying my pockets
So could I be giving my wallet a chance
Act like my balance got blessed in advance
But where's the advance, my numbers the same, they haven't changed in the slightest
And I see all these rappers who walk in a prance like they the highest
But it seems at a glance, they all simply act, they truth is so biased
Flexin' they bands but please lemme ask where is your land
They never put work with they hands, now they the driest
They hurting they family, fans
Glock on the low, they all getting murdered
Why they be Shooting they brothers n friends
The block is now hot, over a couple of grams
I've seen on the gram, from twenty to thirty
I heard they all dead
Starting the day awake from the bed, but they sleep in a casket
All 'cause they putting they eggs in one basket
You give 'em a chance outta hell but they blast it
Tryna be burning the mic but they turning to ashes
Suppose they be lost, I know it sounds random
But the rain of them bullets reminds me of Gaza
I see the bodies fall down, but so does my town
And all the youngins go down, the blood on the ground
Vendu, pas d'Israël
J'regarde le marché monter l'prix du diesel
Dans ma face ils veulent me faire pousser des ailes
Dans mon back une baignade à l'italienne
Mais tant pis car les bons restent invaincus
Soldat, mais pas connu
Puff de Zaza, et j'les fume j'suis un héro du gaza
Je repense quand j'dirais à mama we made it
Nous sommes les survivant
Y rêvaient des trenches
Nous et les gars sommes différent la photo parfaite est peinturée
J'ai mis dans mon cahier
J'ai mis dans mon livre
Tout c'que je n'ai pas pu te dire
C'était pour le meilleur c'était pour le pire
Fallait bosser pour payer dequoi vivre, 'cause
C'est toujours la même chose
Les enfants qui pleurent les larmes qui coulent
C'est toujours la même cause
Mais c'est toujours la même chose
Des oiseaux des fleurs, il arrive l'heure de mourir pour la cause
I see the bodies fall down, but so does my town
And all the youngins go down, the blood on the ground
These days you don't gotta act tough
Watch out the closest one they gon' envy
He don't care if you think you a OG
He just tryna get a penny
Get rich or die trying before he 50
Watch out the closest one they gon' envy
These bitches choosing it don't impress me
Can't answer the phone right now bae I'm OT
J'suis là pour eux, sont où quand j'suis dans I'pétrin
Non j'ai pas pris ta femme j'te l'ai emprunté
Œil pour œil dent pour dent non y'a pas de fin
Ces rappeurs ont tous une fausse identité
Y disent que d'la merde une mauvaise dentition
Mes streams montent moi j'ai pas besoin d'abonnés
J'te jure y'en a qui changent pour de l'attention
Ouais, ouais c'est toujours la même chose
Non ils vont plus l'école
Y préfèrent arroser pour la cause
Ouais c'est toujours la même chose
Non ils vont plus l'école
Y préfèrent arroser pour la cause
I see the bodies fall down, but so does my town
And all the youngins go down, the blood on the ground
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Writer(s): Daniel Saad
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