Forty5 (feat. Parris Chariz & Tommy Royale)

Hit it!

Blurry, blur

Blurry, blur

Got me out here lookin' blurry

Gunnin’ with the deals and the dollars

I'm about to fight all the trauma

Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey

Got me out here lookin' blurry

Gunnin’ with the deals and the dollars

On my 45 took my papa, yeah

Bullies wanna execute and hurt me

Got me out here feelin' tied up

Comin' at my soul with the drama

Aiming for the ring like the Finals

See 'em tryna ball with the violence

I cannot believe they schemin' now, they don't know what's up

I've been up ’til 6 A.M. on my Breakfast Club

Powered on that 105, we ain’t worried

Young hitta, early thirties

Had me waitin' in the sidelines to be buried

I be callin’ on Jesus, I need mercy

I need a peace of mind for this crazy time

Lately, I've been on Jeremiah 29

I've been feelin' like Jordan

Zoom, zoom, and I’m feelin' so exhausted, yep

Switch up, I'm in it now, this a round

Facilitating on the fly

Got me out here lookin' blurry

Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars

I'm about to fight all the trauma

Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey

Got me out here lookin' blurry

Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars

On my 45 took my papa, yeah

Bullies wanna execute and hurt me

Yeah, all these odds gon' make me strap up

I gotta ball can't do no backups

The P for Pharaoh, you'll get wrapped up

I'm not your man, I'm a master

Ayy, big dawg, your whole style has been ripped off

Couldn't get to P, so now she pissed off

Yeah, I know that game ain't talkin' about tip-off

I took the beat and it's a kickoff

I just do me, I can't do scripts, dawg

I whip up work until my wrist locked

Had to grab the ice and put it on wrist, dawg

Ain't got a ring, so they don't miss ya

The game cold, six in the morning in rain, snow

I'm flame throwin', they cannot see me, I'm John Cena, the pain showin'

I am not lyin', the mane glowin', they know it's real

I cannot buy what a lame growin', we know the field

Came from the lowest land, we know the kill

But keep it clean, we got it sealed, okay

Ayy, it's 45, they need a deal

Yeah, big rings, my God is real

Oh, Lord (Tommy)

A mí me dicen nene 45

Cuídao que te brinco como un. 47 (prr-ra)

Chamaco, ¿dice' que tú ere' calle?

Pero no lo invente', si no tiene' marbete

¿Quién tiene más flow que yo?

¿Quién dice "no" ? El respaldo lo tengo de Dios (eh-eh)

Quién tiene el piquete y el ambiance

Un angelito, pero no se le olvida el flow (prrra)

Así que síguelo, sigue, no pare'

Siguen sucio en el hamper (yeah)

Escondido' están tirando, yo le' digo Los Campers (uh-wuh)

Yo le dije que soy bravo, ya me dice Alexander (yah)

Bastante me pelearon, no me dieron el chance

Flaco en Miami como Peter La Anguila (uh-wuh)

¿No te gusta el estilo? Ah, pues ponte en Fila

Tanta' bendicione', 'toy peleando la mía

Sepa que Tommy vino de la nada y está matando la liga

Got me out here lookin' blurry

Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars

I'm about to fight all the trauma

Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey

Got me out here lookin' blurry

Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars

On my 45 took my papa, yeah

Bullies wanna execute and hurt me

Tommy con GAWVI

Parris Chariz

Una pregunta, ¿ustede' se cree perfecto'?

Dale, y si son perfecto' pue' tira la primera piedra, ¿me entiende, papá? Jaja

Somo' Lo' Heathens, jajajaja