[Intro]
DJ CAPCOM..
Yea..
n***as feel like we in North right now man
n***a, like I'll k** you n***as off right now n***a
I heard bands a make her.. I heard bands a make her dance
[Verse 1: Rocky Diamonds]
Uh, look..
Dear mama your son is older
I handle it like a soldier
In this b**h 'til its over
I couldn't be any closer
The dream is still alive as long as my brothers breathing
Rookie on the roster, I'm just trying to start my season
But who do I believe in?
The game is so misleadin'
Faithful is not an option when b**hes is cool with cheatin'
I'm in this b**h like I'm f**in', them n***as okay with leavin'
I told her to keep s**in', you can get back to the breathin', oh
In My Lifetime, I Swear I Got More Done When I Was Unsigned
The grind turned the industry to lunchtime
Tell me what you eatin' bro
Erryday I see exactly what I'm dreaming tho
Keep a dutch rolled up, keep a deuce po'd up
I don't need a fo, it don't take much for me to slow up
Young skinny n***a, do it big tho
Crazy cuz I ain't even the person I like fo
La familia stay turnin' the city up
Same n***as who rockin' be the ones who used to envy us
But it's all love, you finally found yourself
I'm finally in the ring and I finally got the belt
Feelin' like Floyd, n***a I'm on
It's like a muhf**in iPhone to a Droid... (God damn)
Damn, And Lord knows that I'm the truth
You know, we communicate every time I'm in the booth
And I remember when I rockin' the Dino
Now I got fans of Diamond Life in Ohio
Keepin' sh** G like I post with the Disciples
I could spit my whole album with my right hand on The Bible, (Yaheard? Damn..)
And that's the muhf**in truth homie
We keep them shooters outside like Luke Longley
I grab a dollar whenever I feel lonely
Hakunah-Matata, got some monsters that'll k** for me (Damn..)
Time is money, b**hes want my time
f** the bullsh**, just respect the grind
Look.. I'm a youngin and I made it homie
Ho, I'm like a scale, got you waitin' on me
Hahaha
Yeea
[Outro]
Riding low
With your ho
Blowing dro
Gettin' dough
You n***as know, oh
That's how it goes, bang..
Bullet holes, damn..
Funerals, no
Why'd he have to go, damn..
Your mom keep cryin', damn..
My n***as, not lyin', damn..
Shells stay flyin', damn..
Your whole side keep dyin'
This sh** is not a war
We got guns, you n***as who*es
Knockin' at you door with fourty-four four fours, damn
Get wild
All you n***as whack
This sh** is past rap
I'm past facts, n***a