Tekst piosenki 'Forty5 (feat. Parris Chariz & Tommy Royale)' wykonawcy GAWVI

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