Fiend - Blue, White, Red lyrics

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Fiend - Blue, White, Red lyrics

This is the trip to london Backstreets or roads, drinks kinda cloudy, jones Yep, yeah, international, ah, jjj jones Just, let's go I just wanna connect with y'all, you know Tell you a little about the place where I'm from International Once a little boy cried wolf, no one would listen Stranger things done happen for a piece of attention Laid under that house for days, trigger itching On his mind, sense something wrong with your audition Moun matter, no cough until bug got 9 hammers If money the root of evil, then god damn is Figure of speech, let a ninja speak, From a street, you don't hustle, you might not eat for weeks Stackin like samuel jamil when you first rolled in sponsored links It's only 1 dice but it's 2 that I'm holdin 30 to 1 odd just save in the casion 25 large then wiping all your people Walk a fine line, stay on point like a porcupine Homies getting the pill, they didn't import to shine Just the america I was given, Pick the corner, make lemonade out of lemons [Hook] Wa**up brother man, wa**up, wa**up, wa**up I see you out here hustling, hustle, hustle You know, you know, you know It's the blue, it's the white, it's the red For some little money they will lay you dead Will it change, will it change, will it change It's the game, it's the game, it's the game Name change to protect the innocent This water got no limits gets This for those that got senses World wide membership, first time you ever summer pimmership Same old, same old street relentlesness Thousand dollar tennis, smashing arm with b**hes with no limits That's a lot of glare coming out that gold pendant No pinchin for street players that's post pitchin My weed happen was so close to sniffin The pa**ion get you k**ed in a second with only seconds Needed to get it out, on begin the mean the rever Princibalities, in every hood make casualties Block dry you're back to smoke in that bag of tea Trust little if any, if you agree I only f** with a few, but that's just me Just the america I was given, Pick the corner, make lemonade out of lemons [Hook] Wa**up brother man, wa**up, wa**up, wa**up I see you out here hustling, hustle, hustle You know, you know, you know It's the blue, it's the white, it's the red For some little money they will lay you dead Will it change, will it change, will it change It's the game, it's the game, it's the game.