Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
up for Doughboy
I got some more on the way
Y'all niggas left me no choice
I just might spin on yo block
No drive-bys
Bitch We hoppin out
32
thing right
Haven't ate been up recording music all night
The street been getting active that's why I keep a nine right by my side
If I call 'em up I know
down a plane
Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that
Fall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot
fight
For what is owed to me
Got no money
To fill my pockets
To feed my family
Sometimes I feel blue
Blue
Imma get it by any means yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
It
blues Crashin' deep into you
Lavender girl So fine
Blossom everyday I know I'll be ok
As long as I got
You by my side Imma shine
Hangin' with you Day
don't
OG what OG who, you don't kill people
Nigga if you knew is I'm the truth because I heal people
Talking to the youth and the streets to make them
movin' like a criminal is what I try
But you live by the roads, by the roadside you die
In every situation make man humble like pie
I've never had love
and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eye
Give niggaz a break, nah; I gotta chase mine
Don't
the only way to live
If you really think about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same vision
Double up, three or four times I ain't tellin' no lies
I just run it up, never let a hard time humble us
Double up, I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
complacent, I blue face up the duffel
Duckin' them cases, God was makin' me humble
I had to beat the streets, bitch, I play for keeps
Enemies close, watch
living
Put my hand on my heart for the Dipset Anthem
And Django the White House like Candyland Mansion
Have a seat at the table, we got humble pie, you
Everbody on the streets
This a little thesis coming from me
When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar
Or smoking a little red life in my car
I
another jay
Close my eyes and I meditate
Tryna find a way
Lord, open up my third eye
Take the nine away
By the way I'm in pain
I just let it hide away
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Gang
Yeah
Two times, two times
(C Sick)
Purple water, pour up that berry that's that blue rain (drank)
Diamond water, Tity Boi two times,
indeed
Pull up in Atlanta with Berner
That burner on me
What the fuck do you mean? Quavo ballin'
Rasheed trappin' big birds
I got 'em off of Sesame Street
you’re in paradise
In Key West
Drinking margaritas eating key lime pie
In Key West
Driving down the beach with the bright blue sky
In Key West
Going down
Niggas thought I got evicted how my
Shit up in the streets
BIG but ain't nothing obese but the feast
I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle
till it ain't true
This street shit gross sis, make me blue
My bitch Lacieniga
Penny make me proud
Something done got into him
Shooting through that
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the feet up
Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
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