I remember nights I used to sell rock, posted on the corner like a mailbox First class ticket to a cell block, just to get some Polo and some shell tops Cold world and they say hells hot But it aint hotter than that choppa when them shells drop Man I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve oclock Tryna get it, Dickies on and my fitted Gun in my draws, ducking the law, Im all with it Money, cars and clothes, I wanted em all nigga I never was good at hoopin, I wanted to ball nigga Cause the OGs sold keys and I had no cheese Coppers lock me, beat me down like I was Cochise Old fiends coppin work through their old dreams They got shattered, it aint matter cause we thirst cream Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip Homies murder other homies just to make a brick Most my niggas done got busted tryna take a hit The feds were lurking, we was serving, they was taking flicks
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 18:52:47 +0000
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