Lyrics:
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
who we are
A team from outta Queens with the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven-figure cream
Livin' the fast life with
Ghetto dreams ghetto stories
Kasi life gotta talk more about that
Drugs guns all that shit
Let me tell you a story though
Listen
Age 15 still a teen
Self made
Gotta handle your own
I'mma handle mine
They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka
'Cause Rozay been talkin' white he
it out
But can't nobody stop nothin'
This too much talkin' gon' get
You hurt real fast
Now they start bustin' at you ass
(Aim, squeeze, bust) you ain't
the Eastside now
So come on, hop up in my ride
Take you on my journey through the Eastside
I speak explicit, surrounded by lies and fast women
On the grind, but
'til a gangsta get up in it, Dream
Every time I come around, shawty love me down
Run up on me like click clack, my gun out like take that
She make
had it mastered by my teens
Started hands on, a nigga still pulling strings
Hotel suites, straight selling nigga's dreams
Motel 6 as I let the beeper
two-wheelers, a drug dealer on call
Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns on the wall
Lift kits, low riders, chop shops, hi tops, low tops, cowboy
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
make the gun charges
3 door coupe when I'm done talkin’
Who ya chick love, never once called her
In the driveway I'm not the one stalking
In designer
a dream team
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody
the skaters still glidin fast
For the ladies at the corner store
For the alcoholics beggin more
Do you dream of a platinum plaques?
Or do you want all the whips
get this money fast, son
I know how we gotta do this kid" (aight)
"You scrunge-head motherfucker"
Yo, lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines
as dope dealers?
Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments
Thug coaches with subs sitting on the bench; either that or rap
We want
sellin' crack be
Say what up to my neighbourhood dealers
Niggas rollin' cee-lo, local car stealers
Narcs cruisin' by
They wanna lock us on the way
No eye
to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
by young guns, Outlawz and truants,
Making moves real smooth like a criminal
I got to get it got to get everywhere I go
I'm like a dope dealer but I'm the coke Niger
Flow so sick I
Christian's
The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission
Slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City
The four-fifty went poppin' when he
christian's
The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission
Slick taste of lace, I done smacked new york city
The four-fifty went poppin' when he
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
a scissor
Roll by so fast, Big Dipper
I'm in LA more than a Clipper
Balenciaga more than a owner
Bitch, we out here more than a corner
Smoke way more dope
copied the rhymes
Y'all done stole the artwork
Tried to emulate my shit-talkin'
Weezy and Dram' we are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha! You welcome
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