Devin The Dude - Alto lyrics

[Intro: Zombie Juice] (Big smoke, terps) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brooklyn) DZA, what up? What he say? Right [Verse 1: Zombie Juice] This sh*t loud, flava in ya ear How high? Too high to meet me in the air Sold out with Red and Meth, ten thousand in the stands (Hold up) I used to dream of days like this on the 2-train Packs in my knapsack, smellin' up the whole thang Please ash before you pass it, boo thang Higher than a balcony, baby, I need the whole thang Penthouse suite, floor to ceilin' windows A big ol' freak, she only fu*k with winners I need me a percent of everything y'all stealin' She say it's an event when I hit that kitty Might hot-box the whip like B-Real was in it I had a dream feelin' lucid, every word I meant it We put the hood name on our back, I'm used to heavy liftin' The pressure turned that sh*t to diamonds, now it's finer livin' They tryin' to figure figure how I did it, how I done ascended How a ni**a really livin' like he say he did it How I paint these b*tches like I'm Kara Walker vivid Not too specific on them phones cause you know they listenin' And watch them ni**as that's close by you 'Cause you know they're switchin' This biscotti hittin', long nose, Scottie Pippen, bow Designer drippin', this a Erick Arc production The art is sufferin', gotta put your heart or nothing [Chorus: Rae Khalil] Zip it up, ooh I don't need no ni**as smokin' my trees (Yeah, yeah) I was up 'fore I lit my spliff (Oh yeah) I know there's more for me but I'm thankful for this Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Devin the Dude & Rae Khalil] Took hard work and sacrifice I still practice twice before I catch a flight To stay on point, from a joint to a fat Sweet Stretch my money like athletes at a track meet Pack heat in the back streets, that's me Nah, rapper slash actor, please someone cast me Dedicate myself, I medicate myself Stay away from hard drugs, I'll never hate myself Make my wealth just like any man does That's when I can 'cause I don't have all the answers yet But I bet if I was a gambler The baby will get the new pair of shoes and the Pampers Like Freddie Sanford, I'ma keep collectin' Park the old red truck and make a new selection, heh 'Cause with me, there's no second guessin' If it ain't progression then it's out the question (Yeah yeah) [Outro: Rae Khalil] We breathe out I don't keep no counterfeit around me, uh I was nice 'fore I ever dropped bars, yeah I'm givin' my life and I'm thankful for it, yeah