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Brooklyn streets before I head back overseas
Still a southern nigga grew up down the street from Metairie
Yeah yeah
We used to, we used to
Yeah
BK to Shibuya

of the romance
So I said come and hold man
And let me show you how the truth moves
Trouble was he had you playing blues clues
Messing with the girl I overheard he

until I sped up
In the name of Dre these niggas gone do whatever it takes to get that bread up
Another one headed down that road he trynna stretch some

Thinking about it I overdose this is too much, OD, D as in death, put an X in that O, quantity dos, like cartoon Eyes, woke up sore to realize,

double , I'll stand and watch it bubble , I'll sit and watch em hustle , Who talking sh** they in trouble , pull up on em and they mumble , they ain't see

these toes down
Sevens tatted on my crown
That's my blood
And I won't give it up
Accustomed to the love
It's a luxury to trust
Baby girl you see me in

to swang
Hit him once then twice then never again until the end up on a song that I sing
Like Pam, oh damn, before I get myself into some trouble I really

into that

I hear shit
Won't be shit

I'm the shit yea

Posted up in the south by the bricks yea

Posted on the gram w a whole lotta shit yea
Speak on my

a corner, left, down the road to the suburbs
Call me up later saying nothing but the love words
You was standing in the yard with your sister
Don't fuck

days I used to smoke out my hoopty
Now I pull up In the mazi like sue me
I keep a uzi where I stay like a roomie
Keep a lot of blues around me like

my hand held i have a spine, no time for the BS, no time for the crying,


Long strides down an unrelenting road, 
Hopeless love-making with no

Can trouble the lives surrounding me
Loving the vibe the sound the beat
Stuff it with rhymes that sound unique
A subtly sly astounding feat
Jeez, allow

rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple

Big chief's in the building, homie pipe down
Middle fingers up from my hometown
From underground Chiefs to the Braves to the Briefs
Look who got my

at your back 
Set up thing I’ll by that whore  pull up on the main road sliding doors 
Ever since young had straps in draws  
Broad day blazer slapped

just a piece of shit
Cheaper than a beer 
Even goa can just licence it 
Daddys head is down 
While he's climbing up the heaven steps
Why you 
Acting

I'mma fill 'em with lead
Ok, see, that's just how it goes on the road to revolution
I give a fuck about a blue life, that shit's illusion
If you

out, she get star struck by the dimples
I'm touching road, steady on go
Stick and move on some Ali shit I'm too nimble
Hoes be saying
Why you flexing so

with gimmicks, I was out for the count, I was down now I'm innit
Got my boys locking in, now we up and we winning, it was 3 by the 2, now we seeing

crew do, reinvent the game new rap, blues
Rap Lovecraft, by 25, single on YouTube with a hundred mil views
Pedal to the floor and we yelling out gun it

on the stand and said everything
Fucking the bitch the floor, I was too poor, I ain't have a bedspring
My dawg down the road, having a conjugal visit he can't do

meal all greedy
Blue beam long range, head shot shit greeny
When he hit the floor get up close and let him see me
Wanna' link me aww nizz, I know she

to pull me down
Don't forget the commas bro don't forget my come up though
I be doing centerfold all eyes on me 2pac
All ice on me is cold
I'm screeching

blue
But my favorite times when I tell her

Wake up in the middle of the day
No I'm not okay
Battling these demons in my head
Wish I coulda prayed
I just