No One Told Us - Extended Version
کاور آهنگ No One Told Us - Extended Version از 50 Cent, Fetty Wap, Leon Thomas

No One Told Us - Extended Version

۱۴۰۵۳:۰۴

متن موزیک

No one told us what we're here for

Lord, don't You let us get guided wrong, no

Poverty is all we know

So hustlin' is all we know

Forgive us for our sins, Lord

No one told us what we're here for

I'm a magician, I put that pain in the pot

Ice cubes, watch it lock, now look at what we got

I turn a brick to a drop, a fiend strip to a spot

A G-pack to a knot, your sister into a thot

From storefronts to a block, a lil' bread to a lot

Slap box to the Glock, turned a stab wound to a shot

I know magic, black magic, blue magic

Get the duji, bitch, get the Uzi

Niggas still couldn't move me

I'm back with my dope-boy grammar

Your daddy made your mama eat every box in Atlanta

Freak shit, peep shit, keep shit

On the low, but everybody know

No one told us what we're here for

Lord, don't You let us get guided wrong, no

Poverty is all we know

So hustlin' is all we know

Forgive us for our sins, Lord (ah)

No one told us what we're here for (yeah, baby)

(For real)

Lord, forgive me for my sins 'cause hustlin' all I know (aye)

I got money comin' in long as fiends at the door (yeah, bae)

When the prices get high, I can get 'em for the low (I)

I've been up and down 95, beatin' up the road

And my vision got clearer, oh, God, I can see now

My table got smaller, I removed a lot of seats now

And I don't be around the same niggas I used to be around

And I can count on one hand to help me down, yeah

I promise I won't go for nothin'

On my ten, ain't fold the line

Acting like I owe him somethin', nigga, I don't owe him nothin'

In the field, hustlin' for real, all I know is money

And these niggas ain't what they seem

They be sweet as honey (yeah, bae)

When I hear that (whoop-whoop)

(Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo) I just get to running

Niggas out here screamin', "Loyalty," man, that shit be funny

Always chosen over royalty, couldn't take it from me

Now I'm home, runnin' up a bag, now these haters love me

No one told us what we're here for (ooh, oh)

Lord, don't You let us get guided wrong, no

Poverty is all we know

So hustlin' is all we know

Forgive us for our sins, Lord

No one told us what we're here for

Ah, oh

Ooh-oh, ah

Ooh-ooh-ooh