Lyrics:
came back in
To my block, from Holloway, Bellfort, to Scott
Reed Road to Phlox, we know the spots
Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
On yo'
Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle
I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't escape the devil
Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what
noticed was - pure music
Untampered with by things showbiz does older
Thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug
Juice from the street light
It almost
realest nigga in it since Makaveli (Makaveli)
Yeah, thug motivation tatted on my belly (yeah)
We gon' get it by any means necessary (necessary)
Got my
complexion floats
In the ghetto rather in some heels like Giuseppe's
They want me unemployed, until I hit the streets
Fulfilling voids of broke D-Boys
(feat. Mobb Deep)
{Prodigy}
First of all we the one and only
Infamous and Mary Blige
Coming straight, ghetto poetry
And ain't nothing changed but
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
In the sapling years of the post war world
In an English market town
I do believe we traveled in schoolboy blue
The cap upon the crown
Books
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
Hottest paper can't count it all alone
Mesmerized by the throne, addicted to doing wrong
I'm a stone cold killer, cards in the winner
Audemar ghetto like
Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle
I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't escape the devil
Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what
hearts legislate the ghettos
Decorative blue and red lights notify
The runners course the winds for shelter
Beneath the laughable moon, tripping
Over
You wanna die with the rich love
I'm trynna take us off the ghetto
Throw it back make me whiplash
I'm gonna worship if you say so
You by my side is
the blues go for sixty
Be in Indy by the night (Nah)
Bustdown Carti on my wrist
In the Benz behind tints (Benz behind tints)
Trap phone goin' HAM
Supposed
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home
See, I can tell by your expressions, I really love that look inside your eyes
See, baby girl, no I'm not like them other guys
I'm off the other side
I
hungry, death to these niggas who take from me
I rep for the ghetto and cities, states and countries
White t-shirts and blue dungaries, smokin' on a ton
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
to lane
[Al-D]
Gripping on grain, while the 15's bang
Know you wonder if it's thunder, where the fuck is the rain
Lane to lane dripping blue, puffing
a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take a piece of the action
But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
made the front page news, I like my hundreds blue
Chucking Jews, taking strippers out of town on honeymoons
Leave they kids with they grandma so they
tips
It be the same, all over the world
Ghetto blues, as we rise to the top of the chart
Sparks fuse
[Chorus]
Write it for my fam who not here
Know you wonder if it's thunder, where the fuck is the rain
Lane to lane dripping blue, puffing on coo-coo
Candy wetter than do, banging nothing but
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