Songtext zu 'Ain't Gonna Happen' von Cassidy

I was a kid hustlin’, ribs touchin’, grindin’ for a grub
Three wings a hershey with almond and a hug
Hand to hand in the drugs, with my hand on the snub
Cuz man, I’m a thug. Is you a man or a bug?
I’m baggin’ that damn bar with my hand in the glove
On my grizzle, I give a half gram for a dub
I’m workin’ now, got the sour kush and the purp in now
I got it if you try and cop it, you ain’t gotta search around
I purchase pounds and flirt around with that white chick
That white shit a have your nose red like a circus clown
If I ain’t layin’ verses down then I’m on the strip
I got that work flippin’ like some bitches in the circus now
It’s like the universe and soul when our work is sold
And I got them roxy's and perks if you try and purchase those
Thirsty hoes poppin’ pills like it’s birth control
500 milligrams, I’m a drug dealer man
You gotta play your cards right but if you deal a hand
You could make a killin’ man and blow like a ceiling fan
Listen, sippin’ liquor’s a good feelin’ man
I was a cognac cat, now I’m a tequila man
I’m wrapping grands up in my son’s silly bands
And pinky ring cost ‘bout a half kilogram
I was on some livin’ in mama house shit
Now I’m in Yemen, spending mortgage money on an outfit
I clean my jewels with the shit you clean your mouth with
Either crest of Colgate, success is my soul mate
You so fake, I’m the truth, not a pretender
I’ve got one liners, niggas we’re altimeters remember,
And I could a fight but even a ninja could get injured
So I keep a hammer on me like Thor from The Avengers
I’m like a superhero, you’s a weirdo
So I get you robbed like De Niro
When you say you hustle birds, that get on my fuckin’ nerves
Cuz you ain’t never fucked with them birds, you like a scarecrow
My weed green but got orange hairs though
And it’s real strong like that man Sampson when his hair grow
I put in years yo, years ago
You could barely flow, so prepare for your burial
You hear me yo? Cuz I’m the illest alive
You want my title, then you must be suicidal ,nigga willin’ to die
I’m still on my job, I ain’t retired nigga, I’m fire, nigga
You say you hop, but stop singin’ to the choir nigga
I’ll still eat you up, I ain’t on a diet nigga
You could get your ass chewed quick like fast-food
The last dude that tried to body Cass
Got every bone in his body smashed and thrown in a body cass
I kick somebody ass like karate class
Be cash, jumpin’ in his Jet Li bag
If you owe me cash, I’m grabbin’ a ski mask
In the clock, you are hot water like a T bag
I don’t need a G pass, I go where I wanna go
Cuz I could rumble yo, and niggas know my gun ah' blow
I’m undefeated, fightin’ murder cases, I wanna know
It was a setback but you gotta respect that
Before I took 10 steps forward, I had to step back
If you thought that I’mma step up you’ve got me F-ed up
I’m still regretin’ all the chicken that I messed up
But still start spinnin’ the chicken soon as the check cut
I’m dressed up, snack back in a fresh cut
Guess what, my flow so sick I should go get checked up
Cuz I’m real ill, feel where I’m comin’ from?
I’m in an Escalade, rims taller than my youngest son
I just bought another gun
If you talk stupid, I’mma start to shoot it
And I put that on my other son
I’m not pressed to catch another case
But you a son of a bitch and I say it to your mother face
But the bull rhymes got the best lines
But this next line is an oxymoron, niggas love it
Feel me nigga? I’m from Philly, nigga
Still reppin’ my city, nigga. I just hustle in another state
You motherfuckers fake, I can’t fuckin’ wait
To see you, confront you then punch you in the fuckin’ face
I mean – there’s a big difference between what they do and what we do