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lirik lagu cadillac & corning st. – big sad 1900

yeah, what’s this motherf*ckin’ beat? (this that, this too gangster, like, you feel me?)
motherf*cker touchin’ my soul, like, you know what i’m sayin’? (1900, this some gangster sh*t, like)
i need them type of beats
(i’ll teach you my recipe)
(i gotta say some gangster sh*t, for real)
real talk

[chorus]
ayy, late nights on the block, hustled on the backstreet (yeah)
wanted to play sports, thought that i would be an athlete (uh*huh)
my lil’ n*gga stole, all he had to do was ask me (sucker)
i ain’t goin’ for nothin’, n*ggas talk like they gon’ blast me (n*ggas talk like they gon’ blast me)
tryna quit these drugs, i been battlin’ these demons (yeah)
i take care of all my n*ggas, i can’t have no n*gga leechin’ (nah)
if you ain’t slidin’ or providin’, why the f*ck you out here preachin’? (shut the f*ck up)
you ain’t really got no money, f*ck you out here sleepin’? (f*ck you out here sleepin’?)

[verse 1]
reminisce on times when we had it poppin’
tears rollin’ down my eyes just watchin’ you in that coffin’ (for real)
i ain’t been the same without you, n*gga, i kind of lost it (sh*t crazy)
moving state to state, rubbin’ shoulders with some bosses
i gotta be careful what i’m postin’ on my ig
i got a lil’ boy that’s growin’ up, he wanna be me
i can’t change my ways, y’all play them games, y’all gon’ see me
feel like yesterday, i still can feel it, i lost tiny p
i was slidin’ through, n*gga, when i was on the run
face was supposed to make it, he could be here for his son (for real)
sleeper broke my heart ’cause he was really like the one (man)
we staterd this together, pray i get the job done (pray i get the job done)
big spook, i know you’re watchin’ down, see your boy on (see your boy on)
mad d watched me grow up, now the boy grown
used to run away when they would put me in the boys’ home (yeah)
n*gga, i’m off cadillac and corning, this a warzone (west la)
[chorus]
ayy, late nights on the block, hustled on the backstreet (yeah)
wanted to play sports, thought that i would be an athlete (uh*huh)
my lil’ n*gga stole, all he had to do was ask me (sucker)
i ain’t goin’ for nothin’, n*ggas talk like they gon’ blast me (n*ggas talk like they gon’ blast me)
tryna quit these drugs, i been battlin’ these demons (yeah)
i take care of all my n*ggas, i can’t have no n*gga leechin’ (nah)
if you ain’t slidin’ or providin’, why the f*ck you out here preachin’? (shut the f*ck up)
you ain’t really got no money, f*ck you out here sleepin’? (f*ck you out here sleepin’?)

[verse 2]
i can’t give the homies what they want, now they mad at me (crazy)
new n*ggas would turn they back on me, but i just had to see (i just had to see real quick though)
can’t do no chillin’, you gon’ have my business in the street
nights when you see me turn around and talkin’ ’bout we be
my crew about that action, we ain’t into havin’ peace
n*ggas lyin’ like they know me, p*ssy, we ain’t never meet
yeah, i got a lot of b*tches, i’m who n*ggas wanna be
they let me off house arrest and i was back to runnin’ streets (yes, sir)
i got love for slim, i know that n*gga got my back
i got love for palmer dave, you know that n*gga got them racks
my brother caught a lil’ time, i pray that n*gga make it back
we got n*ggas on patrol, that’s from sawyer to the ‘lac (n*gga)
i pray all my n*ggas find a way to make it out the gutter
they k!lled my best friend, i had to explain it to his mother (crazy)
knowin’ she lost her son, that n*gga was like my brother
and i fell out with my b*tch, n*gga thought i really loved her, ayy
[chorus]
ayy, late nights on the block, hustled on the backstreet (yeah)
wanted to play sports, thought that i would be an athlete (uh*huh)
my lil’ n*gga stole, all he had to do was ask me (sucker)
i ain’t goin’ for nothin’, n*ggas talk like they gon’ blast me (n*ggas talk like they gon’ blast me)
tryna quit these drugs, i been battlin’ these demons (yeah)
i take care of all my n*ggas, i can’t have no n*gga leechin’ (nah)
if you ain’t slidin’ or providin’, why the f*ck you out here preachin’? (shut the f*ck up)
you ain’t really got no money, f*ck you out here sleepin’? (f*ck you out here sleepin’?)

- big sad 1900

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