Drive By
Potter Payper, Slim
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I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where I made my first rack, where I lost my teens Where I decamped with it, where I lost machines Give me two nines of dirty and a box of clean Before the 48 laws I used to Rob for Greene I need a straight drop machine and more sub-machines I need a hundred more mill for me plus the G's I need fifty more drivers, all these shots to beat All this snow you would've thought I was from Costa Rica I can bring it to your door like a box of pizza My white tings nice, but my brown is nicer I told her drop two bricks off at the Nisa That's thirty six twice, these phones are on 36/5 All my soldiers know that early shift grind I told her put this in your pum She must've thought I got a dirty sick mind 'Cause I ain't tryna see induction for the 36th time I still drive past the yard where I lock machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where I made my first rack where I lost my teens I still drive past the yard where I lock machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where the pussio feds tried stop my dreams I still drive past the yard where I lock machines You'd say the block's hot, and I'd probably agree My next door neighbour used to lock my keys I was in and out bait but that was common to me I never had a grand when I was shottin' at Steve's Spun me on the A3, I had to lodge my weed When they kicked my mum's door, I had to flush the grease I still landed on the wing, eating Custard Creams This ain't a sob story, I was watching my pennies I had bricks in the blender, gettin' boshed at Debbie's I just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in He was laying down leakin', like he pissed his bedding I was minding my business, cooking a pack I ain't tryna sound hot, but I'm lookin' for straps I got lost outta town, I started lookin' for cats I told myself that I wouldn't be back I still drive past the yard where I lock machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where I made my first rack where I lost my teens I still drive past the yard where I lock machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where the pussio feds tried stop my dreams
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Written by: Jamel Bousbaa, Slim
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