Friday, August 14, 2020

Tory Lanez – Adidas Lyrics

Tory Lanez – Adidas Lyrics

Tory Lanez – Adidas Lyrics

  Tory Lanez – Adidas Lyrics



Adidas By Tory Lanez


Yeah, yeah

Dope stash in my Beamer

I can cash out on Adidas

Should I trap? Or should I rap and spend this cash all on a feature?

My niggas is in the field and they adopted so I teach

But I gotta spend this cash all on this motherfucking re-up

I’m trying to be a leader, but shit, I’m falling in my past

The trap calling for this cash

I scrape the bottom of the stash

Front a nigga one and I compress it, I can stretch that bitch to half

A lot of shit a nigga never had a nigga tryna grab

And R. I. P. My nigga Black,’cause they done chopped him into pieces

He was trying to duck police’s

I was trying to duck the reaper

I was on the block hustling

Just tryna stuff the reefer in the pocket with the nina

Shit I’m popping with the heater

If I need her

I’m in the kitchen

Baking like Anita

Trying to freak it like Adina

Sell a sneak it to Abina

I was younger

Was fucking up the re-up

Copping sneakers

‘Cause the O. G. ’s never taught me how to be up

I got beat up on them corners but I came back

Trap back, jumping, had it popping on the same track

Lil’ mama thugging, got my name as a face tat

Shit, you gotta face facts

It’s some real niggas in this shit you can’t replace that

Same block, same strap

Shoot a nigga face back

Leave his head in his legs waist in his wave cap

Cock the K back

Was blowing blades where his braids at

Cock the K back, had so much pain so I stained that

Mama cried tears, we did bids throughout the years

I had a couple niggas die and I’m just wishing you was here

But shit it’s clear

I’m riding with my pistol like a piston through the fear, and let them niggas know I’m here

I promise when I die they’ll celebrate me like I’m Pac

It’ll be because I reach my goal, not cause I sold this rock

Any nigga that try too hate me, promise dog, they gon’ get shot

I’m from the Dot

And I got some niggas that’s still down to knock yo top

I put this on my baby

This being broke shit done drove me crazy

All my friends done went ghost and went Swayze

My number 1 question now is, “Lord, am I gone make it? ”

‘Cause it’s times I feel alone and just so hopeless on this pavement

I tried to work a 9-5 but I can’t wait for payment

Shit, that shit just take too long and plus the feeling so complacent

But I look at that road, and it’s like my goals are so adjacent

The devil on my shoulder, it’s getting colder in this basement

I got killers to the left of me drug dealers on my right

To the world they look scary, but I knew these niggas all my life

And now my lil’ nigga scamming, he tryna cop it off a swipe

I remember different nights

Ducking cops and running flights of stairs niggas getting scared but pussy boy, that ain’t my type

I threw it up with niggas pass my weight and twice my height

Ever sat up in that dark place, just tryna find the light?

I can’t even trust myself, my left hand don’t know my right

I can put this on my dead momma

Marajuana sales bought this Farrogamo

Out of state licks, still got the flicks of Moncler on me

Bitch, I’m all smiles like the logo of the Murakami

Niggas can’t stop me, now they fearing on me

Only thing I fear is God

I could never fear the odds

Eric committing a suicide the only time you seen the tears fall

Shot my nigga Netsa, in his head they tried to clear’em off

Then my cousin Dave got shot in front of grandmas

I been in them shootouts in the parking lots and stand offs

Real plugs where I’m from, no niggas never ran off

Give it to my lil’ nigga, pass it by the hand off

Had to sell him game you gotta pass and put yo man on


‘Cause even if I

Even if I don’t get it

Then I might die trying

‘Cause I was born broke, but ima die rich

Even if I

If I never get it

I’ll still have this dope stash

When I blow past

Selling snow like it’s winter in the forecast

I gotta make it

I gotta make it

Said I gotta make it

And if they won’t give it to me, I’m gone take it

Oh

I gotta make it

I gotta make it

And if they won’t give it to me I’m gone take it

all we work for is to satisfy you.