EST Gee - Undefeated (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
Search, synchronize, and download lyrics in LRC and SRT formats for YouTube music videos by videoID or Title.
You can preview or test subtitles before downloading them.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
(optional) Use the buttons below or the keyboard shortcuts "G" or "H" to adjust subtitle synchronization before downloading.
The available subtitles for the media will be listed below.
When available, click to load or test subtitles from the list below.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
EST Gee - Undefeated (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
(Look out, Veno)
(Veno gon' cook up, he
mix the ingredients)
Nigga, I'm undefeated, streets ain't
beat me, the police neither
I ain't got no sympathy for nobody
ignorin' what I'm teachin'
I ain't no motherfuckin' preacher,
I'm more comfortable with demons
I spent whole weeks in the beater, stinkin'
out here, I ain't leavin'
Call my baby like, "I need you, bag
a ball up, all them pieces"
Lethal injection by the needle, I
ain't force nothin' on my pеople
And they ain't force it on mе neither,
we both addicts, so we equals
And so I feel 'em, addicted to some
shit that might just kill 'em
Fuck permission or forgiveness, this
my hand, I ain't the dealer
Tryna teach my lil' one focus 'cause
it's easy to forget the mission
And the difference is in love
and loyalty ain't commitment
And to give it if you gettin' it 'cause
it's rare when you start winnin'
When you a real street nigga (Real
street nigga), barely smile in pictures
(Barley smile in pictures)
Dog life livin' (Yeah), goin'
all out to get it (Goin'
all out to get it)
You a shootin' star wisher (You
a shootin' star), all night
spinner (All night spinner)
On permission, sittin' in the trenches
(Yeah, yeah), tryna get richer
Yeah, yeah, you in the trenches
tryna get richer, uh
Foreign car whipper, in the trenches
tryna get richer, uh
Shootin' star wisher, in the trenches
tryna get richer, uh
All night sittin' in the trenches,
tryna get richer, yeah
It's overstood not to sleep 'til
it's good, even then, it
ain't great as it should
You helped me shake off these drugs
My nigga, it was what it was, but
I'm done ventin', finish, the
streets ain't got no love
High solo in my truck, tryna
pass Red the blunt
Watch him walk up on me starin',
slowly reach for my gun
Too big to go like Pun
I'ma land one in the lung
or on a neck or a tongue
Just 'cause I can't lose, gotta
keep em' clean, go to
school in my play shoes
"You welcome's" but no "Thank you's"
Got me thinkin' like, "Thank who?"
Most that shit was fake, but I
do thank God for his grace
And makin' me starve, so I ate by the
time they overfilled my plate
Even Pluto said I'm great, he
wanna help me change my fate
Took a monster out on tour just
for the world to know my face
Fifty-six nights straight, I go
in beast mode for that pape'
This a reservation for rank,
it's a marathon and a race
Only real niggas relate and you
ain't one if you can't, mm, mm
Yeah, when you a real street nigga (Real
street nigga), barely smile in pictures
(Barley smile in pictures)
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!