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LETRA
Leverage
Most of these niggas, they couldn't survive this leverage
Uh, most of these niggas, they couldn't survive this leverage
Uh, big Bentley truck with a driver inside it, I'm flexin'
Uh, all of these bitches, I gotta divide 'em, I'm sharin'
Diamonds inside of my mouth when I talk, do you hear me, God?
I seem to think about Wock' when I see the confetti
Uh, codeine ain't good for my heart, but I feel like it heal these scars
Livin' my life like a star, I know it could go wrong one day, I know it could go wrong one day
Pull off the lot, burn the seat with my blunt, uh, I know this shit wasn't for us
My dog like peroxide, a nigga'll spun, he just gon' sit in the cut
I graduated high school, two years later, that's when a ni*** went bust
Take 'em back when it only was us, they can be who they want, they ain't us
She a dancer, then shawty my speed, I need animals on every key
I been grindin' for shit that I need, I won't cry for no bitch I don't want
I got two fully ARPs in the back of the Escalade V
Wide awake, but it feel like a dream, they was tellin' me I was the one
My whip from overseas, my bitch from overseas, my drip from overseas
My 'fit from overseas, my stick from overseas, my home, my home
My niggas still robbin' like they forgot that I got 'em
Yeah, yeah, my niggas still robbin' like they forgot that I got 'em
Uh, most of these niggas, they couldn't survive this leverage
Uh, big Bentley truck with a driver inside it, I'm flexin'
Uh, all of these bitches, I gotta divide 'em, I'm sharin'
Diamonds inside of my mouth when I talk, do you hear me, God?
I seem to think about Wock' when I see the confetti
Uh, codeine ain't good for my heart, but I feel like it heal these scars
Livin' my life like a star, I know it could go wrong one day, I know it could go wrong one day
Significado de la letra
'Most of these individuals wouldn't be able to handle the advantages I possess. I roll in a luxurious Bentley truck with a chauffeur, showcasing my success. I effortlessly attract a multitude of women, gracefully sharing my attention. My words hold the sparkle of diamonds, echoing into the heavens. Memories of syrup linger as I bask in celebration, seeking solace for my wounds. Living in the spotlight, aware of the potential for downfall.
Driving away, burning seats with my blunt, recognizing this world wasn't designed for us. My friend acts as a healing force, quietly observing from the sidelines. Graduating from high school, two years later, my path diverted towards a different direction. Reflecting on simpler times when it was just us against the world, those who imitate us will never truly understand. She matches my rhythm like a skilled dancer, a wild spirit guiding every step. I hustle for my necessities, reserving my tears for the truly deserving. Armed with two ARPs in the back of my Escalade, alert yet immersed in a surreal existence, surrounded by whispers of greatness.
My car, my woman, my style, all sourced from distant lands. My loyalty lies with those still embracing the street life, unaware of the support I've provided. Yes, my comrades remain committed to their old ways, disregarding the fact that I've always had their backs.
The notion of 'leverage' remains distant to most, the weight of my status apparent in the grandeur of my vehicle and the aura of success that surrounds me. Sharing my abundance with those around me, my words glitter with the essence of precious stones, evoking a sense of divine presence. Despite the risks of indulging in codeine, I find solace in its ability to mend my inner wounds. Embracing the lifestyle of a star, fully aware of the potential pitfalls that may lie ahead in my journey.'