GIRO 180
Nickoog CLK
180 Turn
There are roads and roads, I chose cowardice
Running from the cops, my mom didn’t know
They loaded me with drugs that weren’t mine, nor did I sell
I’m an artist, I told the cop
The cop said: I know, I know you, kid
My son listens to you, I thought you were slick
You think I sell drugs to get rich?
When I make double what you have in your pocket at a show
Don’t be so stupid, take off the cuffs
On the side, the trial, the laws, and that stuff
I’m losing sight of people, everything’s so blurry
And I lost my way, spending so much time in this mess
A 180 turn in my life
I’m dying and feel like I’m giving more
I’m my mom’s diva nightmare
Even though I love her like I love my freedom
A 180 turn in my life
Getting home, eating my mom’s cooking
Let my girl make love to me non-stop
And go out with the gangsters at night to hunt
And let the gunshots ring out in my neighborhood
Let my crew inspire kids to make songs
I remember when I got in and they took all my shoelaces
And I’m still the same one who reaches you with millions
And just tell me you
Uh-ah, uh
And if you knew the pain I have, babe, thinking of you all day
If when I was walking they caught me and I ended up in court
Listening to the angels, L and Y while I shower
Giving myself the pleasures I always dreamed of, but in this jail drying out
I have the desire, the drugs, from zero, I don’t lose faith
That mom cries, in my life a thread, walking on two edges, and it tears me apart not seeing
My sister grow up, also not seeing my mom
But calling her heals me
Even though it’s not the same and feels different
The mouth in the day, how easy it calls me
And when I see you, oh-oh
I feel like crying and I look for solutions and can’t find any
A 180 turn in my life
I’m dying and feel like I’m giving more
I’m my mom’s diva nightmare
Even though I love her like I love my freedom
A 180 turn in my life
Getting home, eating my mom’s cooking
Let my girl make love to me non-stop
And go out with the gangsters at night to hunt
I don’t know what the hell brought me here
I didn’t know what was happening and I was sniffing junk up my nose
I wasn’t like this
Look, mom, I forgave you for what I became
The drugs, the days, the judge, the CIA
My mom wanted something different for me
And I trying to meet expectations, fell
Ah-ah
And, ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Nicko, but, but-but-but the OG
