Lyrics:
Thanking this hoe called me,
and she was tripping out
say I had a baby by her,
figuring I was taking out
I'm just trying stack a meal,no what I'm saying
'em fast suck 'em slow
Even though I gotta pay my bills I'm still on the streets
tryin' to keep it real
Pass that shit let me take a hit, hopin' this
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
come back through and tear the street up
Ice cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by, bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I
the street up
Ice Cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got ta do my
that I came for got mangled (Got mangled)
Left him bloody in the streets, paramedic company
That's a pair of scary crackers, your cup of tea
Cunt, you
the registry (Yes)
Niggas money is funny, can’t pay they bill
Bill Bellamy (Agh) me and that blue cheese
Go together like celery
What’s you telling me? ‘Cause
hunting
But everything was blocked stopped by so many factors
Global pandemic in a national election year
Violence in streets by cops agent provocateurs
create
Spit bar after bar till I’m blue in the face
Exchange green bills till its blue in the face
Pull up to the job with tools in a case
Now I gotta
table stocking up
Cotton candy kush and blue haze We chopping up
Maxing in relaxing in the jeep, or The coupe
Play the street, or the stoop
In ya sneaks
blue bills
We got them rockets and our pocket so lil homie be chill
Fill a wood up with sticky so we all get pilt
I be in my own lane can you catch my
A million dollars don't mean shit to me
I'm from the streets with a hard hittin' slang Ghetto D
Nigga and still makin' moves with a sick click
Trick
We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her
Me not getting to the chicken don't even sound right
All I wanna hear is shawty countin' up blues
I'm tryna stack up these bills like a nigga need
at you, spittin rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit
Now it's been written that all
brick by the Staples Center, but send 'em where the Bills play
Don't trust hoes 'cause they will stray
Fuck a bitch, this blue steel tray is my real bae
still red, black and blue'ed up
And we don't wanna hear it if
It never been screwed up
Now you can tell
I'm real by the way I be walkin'
Real by the way
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin
in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin
[Kool G. Rap]
Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better
Zu)
Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn
Shit is crazy real in the field
I watched niggas blood get spilled over five dollar bills
And major drug deals
are his cold hearted blues
Homie, I want revenge
I want you to feel what I felt that day
But you and I, we just ain't the same
You'll know a tree by its
vision
Rolls Royce problems with me haunted by ghost visions
My nights are haunted by ghost dreams dreams dreams dreams
My nights are haunted by ghost
a green
Divine in the shine, in the line, inner rhyme, by the vine, with a wine, intertwine
Feet in the fleet, in the heat, on a beat, on the street, too
if my love is real
To show you how I feel, hell I mostly pay the bills
Hustle up on drug deals, so we can get a hot meal
I'm from the streets, so
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