Текст песни Never Gotta Hide (Playz) с переводом

Fear is only as deep as the mind allows

Everything you want is on the other side of fear

The only thing in life to fear is fear itself

It’s a natural habit that I’m a runner of pain

I ain’t never seen you niggas in the city you claim

Gross Guttz fucking with the Brain

Got the Nytro gang chop em to the left with the remains

We ain’t ever gotta hide

You a neighborhood troll and even though we on the road

And you know where I’m bout to go

I ain’t ever seen you motherfuckers pull up at the show

Nigga you be pillow-talking hoes

Bitch I’m outside

On a full moon

Make a drink up out your homie but its too soon

I ain’t hard to find a poster nigga to groom

Standing in the corner with the homie

And felt like he never do shrooms

The 40 bottle in the loom loom

They wanna go I let em know to get lit

Put a bullet in they face and erase them

Take em and make em and grit em into bacon

What you facing is murder murderous sick

Put a body in the whip

But a bad teen, running from bad dreams

Motherfuckers acting like they won’t get hit with fat creams

I’m rolling with a strapped team

You told your people that you with it but I could tell you was acting

And I ain’t with no bullshit, I ride up on em solo dolo with a full clip

I laugh and post em top of nigga with the cool whip

This shit was hella easy blood I’m talking ruthless ooh shit

I ain’t ever gotta hide if anybody want me come get me

Ringed up with a backpack and fat strap in my dickies

They didn’t really want the big gun that big 1 450

I’m giving nigga venom i ain’t giving niggas pity

I’m faded off the Henny, lifeline

Packing up and rolling through the nighttime

They tell me keep it professional and not to go let

But who the fuck said I was in my right mind

You motherfuckers watching Lifetime

I’m not just talking bitch I’m walking with the Brainsick

And I’m waking the hell off before my thang spit

It ain’t no running I be at the window gunning leave your brain split

And everybody die hanging them out to dry

Hit em with the millimeters on sight

And nobody crash I’m with the devil dancing feeling like Manson

Blessing two bitches at night

Bitch I’m outside

I ain’t ever hiding from a sucka motherfucker

If you want me come get me I will face you with some thunder

My anger for a hater when I feel my lifes in danger

Never take out a cater stay in my rollerblader

Ill down a thump but fuck the chuck up the nuts

It’s nothing to pump thrust my fist through the guts, uppercut

So they lungs bust nose full of white stuff to fight me

I might be the clear seller phase

So no presence of evil its preservation life

I put hollows in my 40 before you think to take your mind

Before you’re slipping thinking twice I’m dipping with the knife

Its a ninja meant predicament a similar with the slice

And i don’t really think about the consequences either

Im a nice motherfucker but dont put up with nothing either

Im just way too private to get caught up in the bullshit

But if i do you earned it, no verbal specific confrontation

Preemptive incentive no sentiment severance

Ever its never with reverence, etiquette leverage

I make embarrassments perish from souls I just hold it and stare at it

Can’t think about it that deep, think it takes the backseat

Reaction takes the wheel when its real on the backstreet

Or public like fuck it im mashing those trees

I dive in face first like its assets and beavs

Feeding my depleted enormous defeated quench

I’m beating up on this heat with the elastic euphoric breath

Demons still be speaking in speech preaching death

In your ear when you hear it smear like creeping stench

Thats some weaving in your head against your better judgment

Assuming that you fucked up in front of your bitch in the public

And I ain’t even running from the scene with a burner

I just pull up my hoodie dip a foot and get a burger

It’s a natural habit that I’m a runner of pain

I ain’t never seen you niggas in the city you claim

Gross Guttz fucking with the Brain

Got the Nytro gang chop em to the left with the remains

We ain’t ever gotta hide

You a neighborhood troll and even though we on the road

And you know where I’m bout to go

I ain’t ever seen you motherfuckers pull up at the show

Nigga you be pillow-talking hoes

Bitch I’m outside

I’m quick to catch a slipping if they out a pocket

I keep a solid got you tripping but you can’t knock it

The figurerer when i flip it on the road when i cop it

And it was all for the profit, we ain’t ever gotta hide

They love me when i shined on the block

But where them suckas at when I climbed to the top

If you hating on me now, want the grinder to stop

Then nigga you can slide to the spot

Bitch I’m outside

When you know that I creep an OG to defeat

My enemies are meeting and are starting a beef

And I don’t even need a reason I’m a thief

And I’m bringing the heat the cold freezing

A heathen ahead of my team and it sound like cream

Dropping jaws like a demon with a legion, heavy breathing

I follow my dreams and mean things with red beams

And bitches always drinking my semen

So don’t compare me to people I’m better than

Gonna keep rapping until the earth the label veteran

Gonna send a gang gonna keep offending them and ending them

Rappers nowadays not considered competitive

Or a predator hunter in the game not the regular

Pushing major wages for fame that’s a peddler

Goddamn look at white boy delivering backhands of that man

And never go ghost running from Pacman to pulling out my Glock

And aiming at that man pouring from the block

Got the grouch in the trash bag but if I got the guap

He be doing the backstab

I’m the fucking typa guy no one should laugh at

Pulling apparatus on the street and pick passback

And medical insurance bitch I’m already past that

Driving the matchstick put the cash in the backpack

And burning the bridge pay the toll and get fast-tracked

I’m the typa guy that’s never hiding in the night

Because I’m always packing the heat and bringing a knife to a fight

Because I’m ready to die and with my trident

Ima tie it and I fight like a cross between lion and a lycan

Im an icon walking through the darkness with the light on

The only color that i see is life from the krylon

And my songs leave you choking on the tide pod

Listen to my songs and my lyrics like I’m gone

I ain’t never had an enemy when I be with them killas if them niggas wanna play

wrong

Standing on the corner with a fully automatic said my 40s pager beeping on my

payphone

Yeah I’m really thugging it do not mean nothing if they tripping on me then

they way gone

Niggas acting hard but never really make songs like a stolen car radio i leave

they face gone

Better call state farm blowing up on niggas like a napalm

Pulling up on they lawn with case drawn

They gone turn me into a convict like Akon

Thinking that they fucking with me facepalm

Diss me on a record pull up on em like race on

With a HK drum like did it take long?

This for you to see your fate moving you like real estate

Now put em in the trunk and whip away with the bass on

They got me heated flame on rolling up pull up with the 40

Busting out the ice cream truck like I was faze on

Niggas think they tough cause they got some brand new Js on

Turn into a zombie when I leave your days gone

Like I’m shooting you biceps nigga I spray arms

Leave you in ways harm I mean harms way what are they on

Play hard but they be softer then want a Drake song

How you mumble throw em off a roof with a cape on (ah!)

Yeah i just killed Batman

Been fucking Selina cow but still need a cat scan

You never struggled to have to eat a mil out of trash cans

Like Selander I pull up on your grandma and crack grams

Say I’m wack but everything slap like bat cam

That’s like an obese bitch giving a lap dance

Cute white bitches be like damn that black man

Call the feds and everybody pulling in black vans

It’s a natural habit that I’m a runner of pain

I ain’t never seen you niggas in the city you claim

Gross Guttz fucking with the Brain

Got the Nytro gang chop em to the left with the remains

We ain’t ever gotta hide

You a neighborhood troll and even though we on the road

And you know where I’m bout to go

I ain’t ever seen you motherfuckers pull up at the show

Nigga you be pillow-talking hoes

Bitch I’m outside

I’m quick to catch a slipping if they out a pocket

I keep a solid got you tripping but you can’t knock it

The figurerer when I flip it on the road when I cop it

And it was all for the profit, we ain’t ever gotta hide

They love me when I shined on the block

But where them suckas at when I climbed to the top

If you hating on me now, want the grinder to stop

Then nigga you can slide to the spot

Bitch I’m outside

Gross Guttz fucking with the Brain

Bitch I’m outside

Gross Guttz fucking with the Brain

Gross Guttz fucking with the Brain

We ain’t gotta hide

Gross Guttz fucking with the Brain

Gross Guttz fucking with the Brain

Gross Guttz fucking with the Brain

Bitch I’m outside