Lyrics:
i keep my P wit me
[Verse 1]
QRST to take yo ass up off these streets
Say you a goat bitch imma ram
Im goin in head butts wit me
Conversations in
ain't cheap
Look in the mirror
These niggas ain't me
A million dollar deal can't buy me peace
But it can help me to stay off the street
And my baby gotta
entire city on they knees, recognizin the mob
Took the cash that he was makin, in this seat
And compared it, to the cash off in these God-damn streets
bitch, the niche, for what I bleed
Rosey lips off the rip, don't slip, by any means
Rooted feeling, ruby red, knew me straight through the seasons
Garden
daddy half the time
Streets crazy, they don't salvage time (this is execution time)
Look at the news, that's savage time (whoa)
Rolex, that's savage
Freaking off with the team, off the shit I've seen
Probably should be dead now
Fuck the zombies, smoke the bong, it's weed to the head now
It's
Cause sonically I'm likе Socrates
On the crowded street thе Gil Scott-Heron of
Heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence
Everything that I write is fire
a nine-to-five on Wall Street
When I was an office manager I
Wasn't having the same conversation
In the office that I was having on the block
But I was still
Cuz I'm cool with it, about to go with
On the move with a Good To Go!, ya
Off on there, on by the side
Chill'n with your girlfriend she about
Got a circle of success you can say I'm way around it
Yeah and by the way my name is Touch????
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Uptown roller, take it off
to your mama, though (your mama)
Hot on the street like thermometers (thermometers)
You rats'll never be honorable (fuck 'em)
They know I'ma kid of my
street nigga
Im like jigga in my bity get ya top off off a look
Take a nigga bitch & make her think she mine imma tell her this my first but shit i do this
early to serve them zombies
She don't look bad without makeup
I still won't take these hoes shopping
A y'all been capping since day one
That shit don't
Snort, snort
Oh bathing in my own blood
A murder scene, all red and gold
By walk, street on both floors
All black, men, priests and whores
Fucking
ain't, but most is hood rats
That looking for that buck
Them trash cans lay in the street
Ghetto technique for drive bys
For the low them 5 dollas will get
Get on that shit bro! Speak your mind.
Get on the mic get on the mic,
Get off the streets, get in your grind,
Don't ever slip the world doesn't
no gizame,
With in no gizame, with in no gizame
You's a loud talkin' runnin' off the mouth deeck
Wishy washy be puttin' yourself on front street
A jungle
Guns go off in the jungle
I tip my derby like Zorro
Ain't no such things as war heroes
Frontline planes fly by, like the sparrow (BLAOW!)
giving head in the street
But still, slicing nuts, clean off that's with the razor
I'm laughing in the tavern in fresh Brunos and blazers, chilling
me that's Tariq from off the street around my Grams
I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams
I tried to walk away but he
Neighbors come by every day and then critique my hedge on Facebook
I just looked out my door - no neighbors anymore
And winding down the street, a trail
I toss my neighbors wife my keys
Then walk off into the sunrise to die in peace
I said they coming for you!
And you and you.
I'm surrounded by
on the street they seem like sheep and zombies
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in
So can you hear me coming
Vordabeatzz this beat is absolutely
affliction get too addicted
And turn into zombies just like that
It ain’t pretty round here
This ain’t what it’s like in the city round here
Some of us grew up
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