"Lace You Up" lyrics
"Lace You Up"
Sup nephew (nephew), here's some advice (some advice)
From your big homies (homies)
Let me give you some game (some game)
Straight from the OG's (OG's)
Can I lace you up? (lace you up, yeah yeah)
Can I lace you up? (lace you up, yeah yeah)
Let me lace you up (lace you up, yeah yeah)
Yoy should let me lace you up (lace you up)
What up youngin'?
I see you gunnin', got a runnin' nephew
You don't give a fuck about a curfew
He'll murk you and hurt you
'Cause again, you know, life is not a virtue
Talk fast as he walks past
Roll his eyes, don't give a fuck about your advice
What you want? 'Cause he gotta go
Bring your ass over here, nigga, and listen to the O
I'm just tryin' to lace you
So they won't come investigate you
But if I can't make a breakthrough
I'll come to your funeral and try to awake you
Sup nephew (nephew), here's some advice (some advice)
From your big homies (homies)
Let me give you some game (some game)
Straight from the OG's (OG's)
Can I lace you up? (lace you up, yeah yeah)
Can I lace you up? (lace you up, yeah yeah)
Let me lace you up (lace you up, yeah yeah)
You should let me lace you up (lace you up)
It's game involved, I was spittin' game when you was in your daddy's balls
I'm buttoned up, I'm polished, and I'm crispy
Shut the fuck up, and listen to me
If I give you this game, you can rewind (you can rewind)
I was your age, you ain't never been mine
I was raised in a cage in the middle of an octagon (octagon)
Where we would swap it out and chomp 'em, fuck a gun (fuck a gun)
It was a time in my life when I was young and dumb (young and dumb)
Took my life around when I had my first son (first son)
When I was growin' up, we hustled for the change (for the change)
Wasn't big on snatchin' chains, so off to selling caine
Sup nephew (nephew), here's some advice (some advice)
From your big homies (homies)
Let me give you some game (some game)
Straight from the OG's (OG's)
Can I lace you up? (lace you up, yeah yeah)
Can I lace you up? (lace you up, yeah yeah)
Let me lace you up (lace you up, yeah yeah)
You should let me lace you up (lace you up)
I used to be the same way that you is
Until my homie took me round to a get-down, sit down
Listen for a second, check it for the record
Put the needle on the wax, that's whole new perspective (perspective)
Selected with my objective
'Cause imma keep you protected, every step that you step with
I'm callin' plates like left-witch
It ain't how you came, it's how much game you left with
My lessons effective
See, cause your life is invested
And how you get tested, detested, trust this
Your big homeboy done faced up
New shoes nephews, I keep you laced up
Sup nephew (nephew), here's some advice (some advice)
From your big homies (homies)
Let me give you some game (some game)
Straight from the OG's (OG's)
Can I lace you up? (lace you up, yeah yeah)
Can I lace you up? (lace you up, yeah yeah)
Let me lace you up (lace you up, yeah yeah)
You should let me lace you up (lace you up)
You in a trap (trap, trap, trap)
Let me tell you what it is
It's just a trap (trap, trap, trap)
Lil' homies on the block selling crack, tryna get some racks
But when they get you in that system boy, ain't no comin' back (back, back, back)
But when you lookin' at the big picture
It's them folks, always tryna get niggers
Even if you pimpin' or you scammin'
They wanna lock the door on you and slam it (slam it)
So they can work you like a slave, then lock you in a cage
You ain't gettin' paid, why you working every day? (every day)
Tryna get some turn reduce?
That's some bullshit nigga, I ain't lyin' to you (I ain't lyin' to you)
- AZLyrics
- M
- MOUNT WESTMORE Lyrics
album:
"Snoop Cube 40 $hort" (2022)
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