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  • Текст песни CunninLynguists - Dirty Acres

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    [Verse 1: Deacon]
    Look, Ice Cube said Laugh Now, Cry Later
    It's sad to see us living like that till pine laid up
    Not straight up about death or missteps
    No regrets, just weed, sex, worldly patterns
    I miss Vatos and Bless, I miss my sister
    The other day my nigga was stabbed to death
    I laughed with Step bout holy scripture
    Holdin blunts bigger than his casket, growed amongst grass un-kept
    Still smoking, bet he's still blowing
    Singin with Sam Cooke about a change comin as we keep pourin
    Liquor out for those that passed
    It's killin our livers because we dying so fast
    Low on cash, who ain't? Ain't no jobs
    Either you slang, you make music or you detail cars
    You cut hair, you sell clothes or you live on charge
    I barely got enough bread to give a cell phone bars
    Fuck puttin bars on paper, there's bars on the face of
    Half my niggas, spark the Garcia Vegas and ride country
    I'll be damned if they stealing my pride from me
    Fuck the world, I ain't destined to die hungry

    [Hook: Kno] {X2}
    The lies, the pain, the truth, the hurt
    The music, the soul, it's all in the dirt

    [Kno]
    Lay back and just ride
    Lay back and just ride
    Just ride

    [Verse 2: Natti]
    Yeah, enter my zone, blunts stuffed, 'nough for self
    Brave in this world, putting up smoke for help
    Peace pipe under the street lights, type of wealth
    Greenery coats the scenery, my whip turn left
    Right away from them rollers posted up at the corner
    Schemin to meet they quota off of niggas with soda
    They love to get 'em together like lime and Corona
    Twisted, like my niggas still reppin they hood
    Don't own a brick up in that bitch but swangin they wood
    Going to bat for that? Shit, I wish I would
    In the thick of it, only with my Kyn I stood
    Make sense of it with dollars only if I could
    To trade children and a beautiful wife for a crack pipe
    Or biddin in a system, just missin the daylight
    Or missin in a system of hustlin all night
    Shit must have been aight in some point of our sight
    Till in a fashion we rationed off a portion of life
    Coastin into a future that we strive to make bright, uh come on
    Coastin into a future that we strive to make bright, let's go

    [Hook: Kno] {X2}
    The lies, the pain, the truth, the hurt
    The music, the soul, it's all in the dirt

    [Kno]
    Lay back and just ride
    Lay back and just ride
    Just ride

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