Slaine & Statik Selektah - Gusto feat. OT The Real & KXNG Crooked

Описание: Slaine & Statik Selektah – A New State Of Grace (2025)
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Sample]
For gusto
For old time's sake
For old time's sake (Gusto)

[Verse 1: Slaine]
A higher power and a gun to put it
Under siege, burn the sun to soot, it's stunning footage
When one believes that he can fly, it's like a hundred footed
Cunnin' bullet falling from the sky had you understood it
Yeah, yeah, this destiny was special for me
All the times that I was tested gave me testimony
Lightning striking next to homie, death is on me
All my possessions gone, making all my efforts lonely
To be left alone, stretching dawn
Revenge in my perception, had my weapon drawn
Pray to heavens for a severance for my seven sins, but I'm effing gone
Watch my life flash before my face, seven seconds long
All this time I been gone, I been goin' for the gusto
Kid, it's just the biz we live, it's never what it seems, nothing is
Cousin, fate is buzzing for your ribs
Where you stand and deliver when they coming for your crib
'Cause they goin' for the gusto

[Hook: OT the Real & Sample]
For gusto (For old time's sake)
Got the gusto (For gusto)
Hey big bro, let me holler at 'em for a sec (For old time's sake)

[Verse 2: OT the Real]
I'm just tryna be transparent with you
If you put me on to rob your plug, I'ma share it with you
All we had was what we bagged up, we used to share a pistol
Now they know if they see someone with us, it's 'cause they're official
Can't hang with everybody, they be wantin' to play
If I told 'em that your jewellery's on you, they'd be on their way
For the cake I coordinate, and they gon' run the plays
Last point I touched, judges gave me eighteen hundred days
Deuce of haze in a small container
Carefree I walk the yard 'cause all my bros have bangers
I maxed out my sentences, I got no detainers
Most of these rappers bitches like aerobic trainers
A little fame will have your circle smaller
They said OT, detectives asked me to buy a circle off ya
If you goin', keep your strap, keep the work up off ya
Homie threw up when he heard the offer
He got the gusto

[Hook: Sample]
For old time's sake (For gusto, for gusto)
For old time's sake (Gusto)

[Verse 3: KXNG Crooked]
Go for the gusto, homie smokin' on dust though, yeah
Broken and cutthroat, bringin' the smoke to your front door, yeah
Crunk when the guns blow, took your coke and it was over a busload
Now they rollin' in dough and don't give a fuck mo'
This is the code we uphold, never fold when you sell packs
Pullin' up strapped in them Hellcats, we can smell rats
I be dreamin' of freedom on them cell mats
I'm thinkin' of all my scars while I'm inking these bars like jail tats
Too discombobulated, my crew is just crime-related
The booth where the trauma's painted
These shooters just violated a dude 'til his pupils were dilated
Laid his body under a white sheet, when the troopers removed it - his mama fainted
My life was fucked, thought the future would foil me
But I rapped about it on beats and purchased coupes with the royalties
The pinky ring is bussed down, them diamonds a flood though
A rock Chris ain't even seen before, word to gusto
[Outro: Sample]
For gusto