Lyrics:
the devil on my back, I'm in cold sweats
'Bout to do some dirt in some dirty black old sweats
If you known you shoulda shown the way
Mosta the hood 'bout
I let the fuckin' rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook
Taken out, over a dirty look (What!)
I bag niggas,
man
Be wise and grow old
The last one to land
I took my first step
The village was my family, man
Green hands also help
You keep your sight clear, man
old love in Style I never swiped on her face
Come from the days with the Myspace page
Trying to be all the rage filling out surveys
And damn, they were
the five finger discount
And I have to keep my eyes on you
Hey, yeah
Guard your soul, man, these streets ain't the old days
Guard your pockets, too
Make
survivor
He never wrote the name of his drivers
And wondered that the man can deprive ya
It's there in black ink
With millions in dirty green had
Anne, feared by one and all
Not sailed by man
The wind picked up, she slipped her chains
The luff pulled taught on the main
The sky turned black, it
a bit
You ain't a boss if you ain't never got your hands dirty
Good with the .15, your honor gave a man thirty
I just paint a picture like I'm Stan
We switch lanez with the whip
F*** it
Me and my n**** lit
Riding dirty with no lic
I say F*** police
Man i'm lit like a furnace
Burn up all these trees
Understand the spirit's willing but my flesh is weak
Let me speak, I never had a chance to dream
Ten years old finding love in dirty magazines
Miss December
intending to cause man damage
Manna savages darg we don't panic
Man step through best mind how ya move mind how ya talk
You don't wanna see by slap it
Shut
the attack
By any man I’m in fact, ha ha
And it's like that
My impact so hard if I die
I probably bounce right back
I walk around with a mice trap
Niggas wit
You kill a motherfucker, you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man was spittin' game so I sucked it up
You kill a motherfucker, you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man was spittin' game so I sucked it up
when I walk into a room
Watch your step and watch your tone, boy, you talkin' a goon
Been a problem since them old heads was snortin' off the spoon
(Harry ran it up) (Ahaha, Stratic)
You preaching loyalty nigga I mean it
(Preaching loyalty nigga I mean it)
Anything I rap I did it or seen it
Every shape and size
Buzzard
Watching us go by
We ain't fleece
We ain't soft
You ain't greased
You ain't sly
Double V's
Dirty mops and runny eyes
Ya we
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over
Big stepper
Yea that’s me
Stepping harder
Then what’s on my feet
Stay grounded
Down to my feet
A play maker
Had to dirty my cleats
I see how
choices
Money dirty but the set clean
I want everything don’t you hold back
Enemies try to copy me so I switch lanes in an old school
Still on the block
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
happened, man, I swear that I was 12 years old
And keep your mouth closed, you won't take a L
I got tested as a youngin', so they know that I won't never tell
true
Man she been know she was pretty so I'm just on old news
I done told the whole crew
They said you a whole fool
They don't see you like I see you
given up
And she online so you know she hooking up what the fuck
Man that's enough that's enough that's enough that's enough
RDW8 everyday I showed you
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