Lyrics:
dollar spot
A educated brother
Didn't have no money for college he was taught the street knowledge
Part of the plan
To keep us fightin in the street
Cuz am only mine yo!
Use your mind 8X
Now who’s that fool?
Tried to get me from the day one
Hook: Got to be trapped by my rhyme speculation
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
grand mama tellin' me, "When you gon' go to church, Chad?"
I'm tryin' to live up to the image that she would want to see,
But I got much foot in
fair for the price
So don't be rude, that's how you're gonna be viewed
If you can't afford 20 percent, then order less food
From the moment you arrive
shit, gangsta shit, gangsta
All I know is gangsta
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now,
a nigga, I see a black Einstein
A diamond in the rough, he's remidin' me as tough
Young girls takin' X, she's blinded by the stuff
Oh my God, where did we
aint ever wired, yeah she's always at that hot spot.
That girl from the city, yeah I heard she came from Bangkok.
(Verse 1)
I came from the city, yeah
flick
Mad bitches, mad bullets but I never get hit
Yo, from herpes to trees, Tv's and MTv's
Niggas in jail for life the strongest hurt to leave
dead
On the spot
It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block
A nigga, from BlackConnect
Will leave ya wet
Fa' sho yo' face is on the next
If ya
done damn near gave me a heat rash
At twenty-six, mama told me daddy wanted abortion
Imagine the loss of the fortune
The thought of that had me
(mama)
But I really got beatings 'cause the girl loved drama (yeah)
In single parenthood there I stood (uh)
By the time she was twenty-one, had another
stronger
I'm scared of losing fiends more than I am of gettin' older
Uncle 40 told me if you fear nothin' then you'll live longer
How you love that damn
Cry
to live, if it was less queers
I still see, punk ass bitches, bitches
[Chorus]
[Gipp]
Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate
Why'all from
money wish she kept me
Still mixing weed liquor and amphetamines
Bitch this Live For Die By not Vetements
Mix the work with Fetty Wap not Ketamine
Good
[Chorus: x4]
We're born to live, a life to die
Life's so damn short and I wonder why
As kids, you're overlookin death
It didn't seem important
to dodge tha cell
Real nigga
We dont blend well
Live by tha code
So we dont tell
Chorus 2x's
2x's Dope Dealer
Always wanted to be a dope dealer
Sell
Yea
I'm putting rap on the chopping block in a hostile spot
They sleeping on me from cot to cot and it's not a shock
Dot dot dot, I get it, critics
its dark and hell is hot
But I get my help from God
Was tripping yeah I fell a lot
Now I'm slipping to the top
Grand champ I X the spot
Keep a dog
pupa pun pupa pupa pum
You want my spot, then you can take my spot dawggg
But you can't wear my shoes you wouldn't last long (Pop)
5 Dollars, 10, 20
Now when I say 2-0, you say
Nah, you know the rest,
This is our scene
Our music, our movement, the history lives through us
I write to the beat
Through bright light flashing
While I'm like damn son
I can see 20 nations walking toward me from where I'm standing
London
Up in the capital making that
bitch go get you some help
I got places where I'm headed and it's all by myself
Nine out of ten times these bitches is loving me
She say all the damn time
stay on 10 and all we know is win
Pussy play with gang we load that box up, all my niggas spin
Since he talking tough up on that live I'm knocking off
Discuss these damn mtvs live from the 10 spot by matchbox twenty Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In