Текст Bawal Clan – Sincerely Yours

Ayo look they finna test me aiiight
Bring da best me I
Find it deadly
Runnin wid all these drugs insiiide

Hit and bless the light
This is flex delight
Guaranteed to get you bouncing
Make em press rewind

Uh this four clover
Got me feelin colder
On this roller coaster
Wish I had a girl on shoulder

A rider like Wynona
Who like to smoke and roll up
Know how to hold the doja
The flow is neva over

I want a, little bonita
For my señorita
She know to roll my cibba
Eat her like I want a pizza

Killin’ it like I’m Freeza
Rockin it like it’s beaters
It’s warm yo check the meter
We hot I got the fever

She hot she pack the heater
I’m known to kick da beat up
We cool I got my feet up
Rollin my mornin weed up

She art like Mona Lisa
Her heart bon appetita

You want the mic
You wanna be on stage
You want the lights
You wanna see they face

To be cool or to look cool…
«I’m cool.»
«You cool?»
«So cool.»
«So what’s up with you?»

I got the loud on my chest yes I’m alive and I’m blessed
Maintain Coasting and boasting while steady cashing these checks

I do it live and direct, I laugh my way to the bank
Pack the dank, heat it up, cause an asthma attack

I keep it cool and collect I got my boots and beret
I Sweat and bleed for my wallet so I got time to parlay

Beam to the moon in a bit, surfin the milky way
Intergalactic tactics, antics, my mind be on a wave

I got a lady by me, tryna make me baby daddy
But I popped a molly, holly, sorry love is melancholy

Women calling, wall to wall, but I can never seem to love em
Busy droppin bombs, droppin acid, having out of bodies

Dodging federallies, we out far in the east
Moving smooth with the gang, and got these haters on their knees

Caught up in your feelings, cause we master the steez
Truly killing the game, while we maintaining the peace, peace

You want the mic
You wanna be on stage
You want the lights
You wanna see they face

To be cool or to look cool…
«I’m cool.»
«You cool?»
«So cool.»
«So what’s up with you?»

Aiyo we runnin dis race to win
No need to waze it kin
Chasin this paper trail
Yo crew is paper thin

You don’t know the place I’m in
Weighing that reefer man
Don’t know what block I’m on
In n out I be goin
I’m still rollin out with skater fools
I’ve paid my dues
Still hangin out with killas playin with the tools

Tryna Follow a straight paTh
But Fuck it I’ll lay back
A minute I’ll play back
Again then I’ll take that
So let me know when you’re ready well start it slow and steady
But better pick up da pace aiyo we don’t travel heavy

Uh sippin gin without the juice
Better act cool like Tito Cool
Before I let it loose
I don’t even know where I’m goin
But ima keep on flowin
Do my shit without you knowin

Oh ohhhhhh, we lost another one we steady pourin
So travel steady and well keep it goin

You want the mic
You wanna be on stage
You want the lights
You wanna see they face

To be cool or to look cool…
«I’m cool.»
«You cool?»
«So cool.»
«So what’s up with you?»