Para
• Written by DBA
DBA's Notes
0:08 first line
0:21 rap starts
(if i fucked up at ataching it here's the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzL7_PCxUBg )
KaZa mafuckaz
makin money, makin cash, makin para/
you may stop but i keep goin farther/
you stay the same while i'm gettin better'n'harder/
buildin up ma hate as a kind of armor/
to protect myself so you can't take my para/
first time i made money on the crook was when i was thirteen/
never wanted nothin bad but back then i was a troubled teen/
i had nothin in ma pockets but i've been pursuiting a dream/
but it didn't go well after the cops showed up on the scene/
it started a keen competition/
only mean looks were given/
they needed someone to imprison/
they said we wouldn't be forgiven/
prison or death was their prediction/
we were under their suspicion/
but there never has been a conviction/
we already had developed an addicton/
for that white powder that blurres your vision/
so we made a war out of a friction/
drove them into the role of the victim/
we had no other option so there was no contradiction/
when two different worlds meet you know there's a collision/
we felt the urge to stop but had an even bigger ambition/
i told you to stop but you were to cool to listen/
so i left the game and you made your own decision/
it almost makes me cry to see you in submission to this fuckin system/
makin money, makin para, makin cash/
rollin a blunt, pure highquality hash/
got almost a million dollars in my stash/
you're like a dead hull, you're dreams have been dashed/
four years passed i'm sober and still at it/
you're workin minimum wage and still are an addict/
back then we were unbeatable i can't forget it/
i want these times back but can't have it/
but i keep on workin keep on going/
it looks like my buisness is still growing/
the cops are paid so they act unknowing/
when they enter my office they are bowing/
everybody laughs when i am joking/
to someday be me is all they're hoping/
you can't (even) count the number of blunts i'm smoking
i'm selling so much coce could call it snowing/
makin cash, makin para, makin money/
live aint that funny when you're running/
being chased as well so i keep on gunning/
but at least if i die my grave'll look stunning/
(when finished i'm around 2:30 on the beat)
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DBA
Member since September 28 2014