Ramadan
Smoke DZA, Nym Lo, Benny the Butcher
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(183rd Street) (Lo) Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry (G shit) We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (brrt) Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (please don't) Heard they put her son down like Ramadan (Niggas gettin' tried left and right, homie) Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized (This shit ain't no game, nigga) Traumatized (uh), traumatized I got a budget just to keep new dior in my closet (right) New handheld pistols on my niggas like wallets Big business, so you know, it's a bigger deposit High-tech money machines to speed up the process (uh) I don't explain the process to novices, what's the object? Hand full of bud in the bag, off the optics Uh, they hate to see me livin' my life Them "back-in-the-days" stories still ain't changin' the price Don't get caught up in position and power, for the hour Niggas get to cappin' 'bout smoke, I light the loud up I got niggas rich, you got niggas clipped Embarrassed, investigated, all types of shit I underestimated the scripts, the hyphenate (uh) You started off 30's and ended with Vicodins Worst thing you could do with a drug is light the shit The ratio from dealer to user is heightenin' Your life'll end Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (brrt) Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (please don't) Heard they put her son down like Ramadan (Niggas gettin' tried left and right, homie) Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized (This shit ain't no game, nigga) Traumatized (uh), traumatized It's all good 'til rules get broke, and crews get smoked It's crazy when you get rich off the truth you smoke And them niggas that you f*ck with only poof, you broke I really fooled parole, had to trap on cruise control, yeah Uh, you know I hit the interstate scorin' 'caine Quarter thing, before I left I got a oil change Parked the '63 where your bitch stay, when you this straight The pussy always free, but the bricks ain't but my wrist great Yeah, my only jackpot was a crackpot They say I used to be a hustler, shit, when that stop? My new customers ask me when that drop It's still fifty racks dropped just to wack opps When I was younger I just wanted to be a fireman I grew up fast, buyin' yams, supplyin' grams Your favorite rapper in my diet plan I kept it gangsta, my choices was live or rat, or die a man Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (brrt) Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (please don't) Heard they put her son down like Ramadan (Niggas gettin' tried left and right, homie) Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized (This shit ain't no game, nigga) Traumatized (uh), traumatized If we talkin' hustlers, I'm ahead of them all (facts) And if we talkin' rap niggas, I'm beheadin' 'em all (uh) Did it all just to ball, but was never incarce' 'Cause a fish with its mouth closed could never get caught, uh I slide through the trenches with this .40 on my hip Deuce-deuces in the purse, a lil' shawty in my whip (got that) I slip through mo' towns than barry gordy with the bricks It's how I got rich, kid, guess I'm Tory with the bricks If I call my body-droppers they gon' shotty shoppin' (boom-boom-boom-boom) Catch you in your buildin', get your lobbies rockin' Spin the block and tell 'em hop in (hop in) Then we skrrt on them niggas like, "Damn, they killed 'em" (skrrt) Witness said they fled in the planters just like some pilgrims Now he's on the guild then We always been them niggas and we still them I step outside the Hilton, they film him Hop into some plush shit with stashboxes built in And tablets for the children (what else), and panoramic ceilings (Lo) Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (brrt) Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (please don't) Heard they put her son down like Ramadan (Niggas gettin' tried left and right, homie) Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized (This shit ain't no game, nigga) Traumatized (uh), traumatized
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Written by: Jeremie Damon Pennick, Kenneth Jay Wilkerson, Lance Thomas, Sean Pompey
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