Samuri Jack by Brandongottfans Lyrics
{Chorus}
I got problems
Can you solve em
If ain’t bout gwalla
Please don’t call me
I like cars
Wit the stars
I’m on Mars
I’m on bars
Where I’m from
They tote guns
Just for fun
Like it’s a job
Don’t make a sound
They’ll gun you down
What goes around
Comes back around
{1st Verse}
Murder Scene
13
Serving dope to the feins
I was only 17
Went bought my first magazine
I can’t trust to many people my right hand went left on me
You can’t trust these pussy niggas cus they all be police
Bitch be careful wit my name you know I die behind this shit
You know ordinary niggas that be lyin wit they dick
See, I prefer the plane Jane don’t do diamonds on wrist
That’s the difference of a pussy nigga claiming that he rich
{Bridge}
Don’t really give a fuck about
What they say about me
They talked about Jesus
He still made a way to eat
Me and my dawgs eat together
Why would we ever compete
Being Disloyals for the weak you can’t trust these streets
You can tell I ain’t no pussy
By the way that I’m built
I seen niggas go to war
I seen niggas get killed
I did a lot of shit
& Had to live wit that guilt
Lord cast away the fake
Make room for the real
{Chorus}
I got problems
Can you solve em
If ain’t bout gwalla
Please don’t call me
I like cars
Wit the stars
I’m on Mars
I’m on bars
Where I’m from
They tote guns
Just for fun
Like it’s a job
Don’t make a sound
They’ll gun you down
What goes around
Comes back around
I got problems
Can you solve em
If ain’t bout gwalla
Please don’t call me
I like cars
Wit the stars
I’m on Mars
I’m on bars
Where I’m from
They tote guns
Just for fun
Like it’s a job
Don’t make a sound
They’ll gun you down
What goes around
Comes back around
{1st Verse}
Murder Scene
13
Serving dope to the feins
I was only 17
Went bought my first magazine
I can’t trust to many people my right hand went left on me
You can’t trust these pussy niggas cus they all be police
Bitch be careful wit my name you know I die behind this shit
You know ordinary niggas that be lyin wit they dick
See, I prefer the plane Jane don’t do diamonds on wrist
That’s the difference of a pussy nigga claiming that he rich
{Bridge}
Don’t really give a fuck about
What they say about me
They talked about Jesus
He still made a way to eat
Me and my dawgs eat together
Why would we ever compete
Being Disloyals for the weak you can’t trust these streets
You can tell I ain’t no pussy
By the way that I’m built
I seen niggas go to war
I seen niggas get killed
I did a lot of shit
& Had to live wit that guilt
Lord cast away the fake
Make room for the real
{Chorus}
I got problems
Can you solve em
If ain’t bout gwalla
Please don’t call me
I like cars
Wit the stars
I’m on Mars
I’m on bars
Where I’m from
They tote guns
Just for fun
Like it’s a job
Don’t make a sound
They’ll gun you down
What goes around
Comes back around