Lyrics Never Made It Far – (67) Brucka, (LTH) DT
He got shot didn’t make it far
New s**t dings, that’s push to start
Petty or diesel fill up that car
Get left in the field like your reboot card
I don’t know how he talks so hard
I don’t know how he flew so far
Kipz got ripped, C30 got blast
And Perm got put in the past
ADV or 3 Double’O, put your hand in the air like your raising a toast
Watch it spray like colongne, and this corn ain’t sweet cah it’s breaking your bones
Got the drop on his dome, so we went to his home
Bruck the back then load, expose on bine coming out the pole
Can’t talk on that cah the case ain’t closed
Last summer was hot same time it was cold
Can’t expose but the paigons know
I seen the paigons blow, me and bro got one in the paigons zone
F**k the.. that trophy’s ours
Lambeth’s problem the Hillsides mobbin’
Retaliate in stolen cars
No retaliation when your friends is in the past
He’s adding a K bro stop that heart
When I heard he left A was thinking rah
Now he’s sitting in J-A thought he could J-K
It’s calm we’ll soon link..
Stupid kids ain’t got no heart
Think they badder then .. they thinking fast
Must’ve forgot that you need some heart
He throws, he’s pissed never took his stance
He got shot didn’t make it far
New s**t dings, that’s push to start
Petty or diesel fill up that car
Get left in the field like your reboot card
I don’t know how he talks so hard
I don’t know how he flew so far
Kipz got ripped, C30 got blast
And Perm got put in the past
He got smoked on a Sunday
Couple hours later gang got the update
Monday bine, now the boy can’t run straight
This foot long didn’t come from the subway
He got turned to a strain
He’s on the ground like the train on the subway
Out on the Hill where ..
Used to come that was one phase
Welcome to the dungeon
I’m from the Hill with killers and gunmen
Another one dropped so I guess they’re upset
Teeth in the dotts man lock that function
If I weren’t LB you might fly..
F**k all the chatting it’s us that rubbed him
KChuckz watched when Worm got tucked in
Out on the tray and get fryed like dumplings
No BS I want Lil S, I got Lzz instead
Ay, D, D to the T
We would’ve got C but Perm is dead
Press on the 9. three times like a zet
Best dive like Cech when the bells them spread
They bop and weave when corn gets fed
We C.U.G for our fallen men
He got shot didn’t make it far
New s**t dings, that’s push to start
Petty or diesel fill up that car
Get left in the field like your reboot card
I don’t know how he talks so hard
I don’t know how he flew so far
Kipz got ripped, C30 got blast
And Perm got put in the past
He got shot didn’t make it far
New s**t dings, that’s push to start
Petty or diesel fill up that car
Get left in the field like your reboot card
I don’t know how he talks so hard
I don’t know how he flew so far
Kipz got ripped, C30 got blast
And Perm got put in the past…
➤ Written by Brucka & DT (LTH)
(67) Brucka | (LTH) DT | 2023
