Grandpa (Hi-Rez) - Grandpa Raps In The Hood Like A Boss! | Текст песни

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• Grandpa Raps In The Hood Like A Boss!

In the casino playing poker
All my friend’s moved to Boca
I’m smoking a pack a day and drinking Diet Coca Cola.
My wife her breasts are saggy
All she ever does is nag me
I wear my pants to my stomach
These kids today wear it saggy
I bump Frank Sinatra
I’m eating bagels with lox
While I’m reading about the stocks
And I’m wearing some knee socks
I got no hair on my head
And the carpets match the drapes
I’m so awesome and my coffin is preordered just in case
I’m a rapping old while man
Dentures on my nightstand
I know that my wife is so sick of the S**
V****A up my right hand
Been rapping for a century
Mentally so ahead of these rappers I got the recipe
For destiny so rest in peace
Suicidal bars like the thoughts in my mind
I got these Rolex dreams but im just lost in the time
But often you’ll find
That I’m on my grind still pockets empty
Put the semi automatic to my brain and let’s get busy
V****A don’t even work
I’m going berserk
When I pop a couple for the troubles all my struggles seem to get worse
Everytime I breathe it just hurts
What’s my life even worth
I feel like talking to God in a Temple, Mosque or a Church
I don’t really care just need answers
Because cancerous thoughts are dancing
All around my damn subconscious
I’m positive that my passion for rapping might be decreasing
Being deceased is better than what I’m going through
Holding in these emotions I’m bleeding