Lyrics:
team can affect my cream?)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I
But I believe in you, keep on reachin' for the sky
Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit? (wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was
who knew?"
Now it's Dicky with this, who knew, who knew?
Now they look at me like
I am Hip-Hop Heizenberg
Young boy got dough for a quiet nerd
I am
wear two shoes
I know it's not much of a nickname
But by the time i got around to getting my nickname
All the good ones were taken
Take for example
On my walk (Mr. Jimmy, Mr. Jimmy)
Down the school block (Mr. Jimmy, Mr. Jimmy)
After the lemonade stand (Mr. Jimmy, Mr. Jimmy)
It wasn't (Mr. Jimmy,
it's nothing," then says she,
"It's only my new gown and that's too long for me,
And I was afraid it would draggle in the dew,
So I rolled it underneath
You my son, ok ziggy
Did it even if it's risky
Dime and I'm leaky
You a rat ok mikey
She gon' ride on the dicky
Watch your back boy you Ricky
Fine
it was destined for me,
To see the penitentiary
Late Friday, or was it Early Saturday?
I hit him with the shotty that I bought from the academy
Hey, what's goin' on man?
It's your boy Lil Dicky
Aka Mr. Leftward-Sloping Penis
I got a story for y'all, man
Peep this
Yes sir, aight, let's go
I would've never escaped
If it wasn't for His grace
I would've never learned to pray
If it wasn't for His grace
If it wasn't for His grace
By His
it was destined for me,
To see the penitentiary
Late Friday, or was it Early Saturday?
I hit him with the shotty that I bought from the academy
it was destined for me,
To see the penitentiary
Late Friday, or was it Early Saturday?
I hit him with the shotty that I bought from the academy
rockin' with Lil Dicky, Bono
It's like I hit the lotto
I had to hit the wall though
I couldn't see it for a minute
Shit was hidden, Waldo
They treat it
uh
I was stuck in it for real (for real)
.40 by my rib, I'm out there bustin' off them pills (I ain't lyin')
Try and tell my lil' bro, "Chill"
come from the game
My mama wasn't no sucka and
My daddy wasn't a lame
Never, I come from the game
I do (Biatch) , I come from the game
For real
(O oh) ,
all will agree
Like grasses are green and if it wasn't
What would it really be
And if it wasn't what would it really be
And if it wasn't what would it
by myself I was high for forever
She kind of crazy but I kind of like it
I know I'm fire little baby don't fight it
Get by myself and I roll up that
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Oh, baby
Baby, you can do whatever you wanna do, baby
Baby, you know it's not going to bother me
Cause baby you know
You know
an attack
This bitch tried escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for
surrounded by
None of them can take my judgement for me when it's time
Pro clubs Dickies and chucks tatted up
Stress pain trials in my life add them up
It's
on Saturday it was Kitty day
And we was Pac Jam junkies then
If you wasn't from one of them beans you wasn't getting in
All them niggas off of 15th avenue
The redeemed of the streets
That used to cling to the streets
Till we saw our thirst wasn't quenched
By the scene of the streets
Ay this ain't aimed
Target on my back from the land i was raised in
I came across a few that do it all for the paper
Seen a lot of people picking sides for a payment
I
ain't for hoes)
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for
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