Drops Is Out
Sen City, Jim Jones, Raekwon, Mel Matrix
The drops is out, the broads come out
Roll the dice hear let the cops come out
Pinky ring hanging out the window
Like "you so crazy"
Bitch i'm a walking photo film me baby
Don't compare me to these niggas
I ain't them
Since I learned at history I don't do temps
Dedicate a song to a bitch
Who tripped my ends
Never that I ride an mc I ain't got a benz
22's on
shit look clean
It's the aura not the money
Give me in them cheese
For being thug at 25 I was wanted 15
38
robbing for green
School day straight weed selling at his 16
17 12 hundred on the neck just clean
18 graduated started selling Ecstasy
Had my own crib in the birds
Fuck is you telling me
When you get money, then you fall off
Remember that shit that ain't
bitch
I'm just standing there, I'm
Still act nigga, aha, yeah
Pain in my life I gotta put it in flows
If I didn't I'd go crazy
Drive myself off the road
I never crossed a nigga by
Not paying the toll it's a price called life
get closer to Christ
Yo all understand when I'm saying
You definitely feel it
Can't see it with your eyes
Cause
is hysteric
I admit it never thought he
Lot of bullshit today but it's joy tomorrow
Used to try to pass it by myself with
Think too much
but they ain't changed much
My
and gave up
No cheese trying to serve me
To get green, oh shucks
Remember me so wouldn't call the
Saying Jr got guns and drugs in our home
I was
company she told on me
call
But that thing changed now's important
When you get money, then you fall off
Remember that shit that ain't
bitch
I'm just standing there, I'm
Still act nigga, aha, yeah
Yo, their
is for 91 the ratio
Still stare the devil in the
Space told him take that
Heavy bullshit upon my mind but
I gotta live alone
If I wanna touch the gold must defeat that
Used to
which I'm Mario, and that's that
Told him I was chasin rap
Then the guy's stagnant
But I ain't enough said, all
Whole grudges to the finger, to the judges
I ain't moving or budging
I keep it real no fronting
Girl hit my phone wanna know what
I'm on I tell her nothing damn I bug it
This is state of emergency so
Hit the rear button
Love kids leave your wife
Like Lloyd Banks said
Plan escape with bars to get the
I'm the head not the tail
Ahead of these snails
I put my story on the beat tales
When you get money, then you fall off
Remember that shit that ain't
bitch
I'm just standing there, I'm
Still act nigga, aha, yeah
Written by: ABRAHAM ORELLANA, COREY WOODS, JOSEPH JONES, MELVIN K. WATSONLyrics © Universal Music Publishing GroupLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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