Lyrics:
You gonna hit some weed up in the motherfucker?
DJ Bobby be, D-Loc
Time keeps on slidin' through that hour glass
I, I need to rip another vapor
felon ya bitch
From the cold hearted streets of the LBC
To a mansion in the south down the street from my nigga P
See, real niggas recognize
Mindful, tell you the truth of how I feel
Feel like 73 how we cruise in the street and these people keep looking to air out my peace
Got a godly physique
waters
Catch your breath
I breathe
Shaded by some fig trees
In righteousness I lead
And pray that we eat
HalleluYAH
SunnieHit Trap Wit It
Be the wave now
Grab that bitch by her waist
Don't say it to her face
Bend it over, like she tying her shoelace
I'm realest in scene
Yeah we picking up the pace
Met
the money pull up in my city
I just wanna get rich with my team yeah
Black rolls royce street dreams yeah
Put my momma in a benz yeah
Luis vuiton Gucci dior
a name in these streets
Once they put 52nd in ya name
It's complete
I got you
This one's for the fam
'Kuz behind the wall
Build wit' your bro's
We designed
need a D-bo in a H2 Hummer
Lookin' hotter than the South Central L.A. summer, let's go
This day right here is really rough
These girls out here
spending less than we cash in
And even though lately I've slowed down
I know I'm supported by those around me
I reciprocate those moral grounds
Bring your
when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes
On my grind you could see me skate
I roll in a Holden while I’m holdin' while it’s stolen brudda get stopped by the d.e.a
Still got love for the team
Gator
Get inside
Let's go
Gator
Gator
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Getting chased by a dog down the street
Running
schochkies on the breakfront of life.
I'll never forget the first time I found these girls,
Selling their papayas on 42nd Street. So flushed, so filthy.
what you need ain't got the time
I just wanna go back home, play this music and write blues songs, watch that river roll on by
These dirty streets don't
who loves you cuz ain't no love in these streets.
On the road the road to riches
Touch ya first ten now you in business
Niggas get to switching faster
Obeying your word, always putting you first.
Only in you, father, shall I depend.
Restore my soul, take away these sins.
Repair my life, my
blaming these freaks
Like KG said they out in these streets
It's not you
It's not me
It's them freaks
And they run deep
Everyday of the week
All through
the word up in these streets
Now I didn’t wanna judge you for your past
Next time I better do that
To avoid this tired old predicament
Cos you should know
Has been never been
Prom Queen well so it seems
Time flies fast by
Gone in the blink of eye
Coming down from brand new high
Feeling down by you'll be
a new AK
My Z and I keep this shit with me
Just like I keep ID
Uh, I was thuggin' in the streets
While you thug on IG, huh
Know I got a K here by me
Hold
up, I let God know I'm thankful
'Cause I could've been dead or in prison
Free Drinkin' Juice, oh I miss him
Thoughts in my head got me trippin'
I be
flipped the Chevy to a Bimmer
I pull up in some you can't afford
I keep a fire by my door
In case these niggas want war
Tell my ex I'm doing me
You gonna
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street
Now did
telling
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk
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