Lyrics:
we did it by ourselves
From the road trips, to the studios
All those times we was chilling in my house
Those times are the times
That I'm thinking
and the shirt on my back, little else
It's all love and it always will be
From me, so I give you my thanks if it helps
Uh, but this house ain't mine
No more so I
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house
to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa
I don't wanna talk about it
You keep telling me your house is crowded
What you
of the worst
Heltah Skeltah back bitch it's it DIRT
Think about it
Yeah, we in the house heltah Skeltah
Da Incredible Rap Team, DIRT the new album
Right now you
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
yeah, you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did
just don't make 'em like me
Lately protectin' my peace... pursuin' my savior
(Lord God, I come to you a sinner... Inshallah)
Apologies accompanied by
watch me,
Feds break in, like where’s the bodies?
All surrounded, caskets grounded,
By the boatloads, by the thousands.
Everyone, out they houses,
Women,
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses
Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is
Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
Uh, rap niggas back on the chopping block
Come out that house, back to yo mom and yo papa spot
Back to the county, back to three hots in a hostel
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