J. Stalin - D-Boy Blues lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] No diploma, the corner was my high school Born on the curb something that the ghetto made Jump off the coast selling dope in the 7th grade Where I'm from you wasn't sh** if you wasn't paid I watched the c**aine spread like AIDS Hustlers trying to survive the task force raids Playing with AKs trying to get out the projects n***a get outa line they pop him like some latex Practice counting money like a n***a practice safe s** Ever since I was introduced to ice cream Always kept a choppa, a connect, and a triple-beam Pulling all nighters I never was into chasing dreams Hit a n***a up like the did my little cousin R(?) Captain of the cream team, grinding under the full moon These n***as snitching that's why they faker than cartoons I put them in the air like a f**ing helium balloon [Hook x2] The whips is new, the banger is used Keep stacking on them I don't catch a D-boy blues Keep dumping on they a** till the clips is gone Hold down my set n***a rep my home [Verse 2] Why the first of the month my favorite time of the year? Sitting on the fiend porch till the mail get here I hustle hard, you b**h n***as pathetic Mad cause I'm collecting ten-thousand in credit sale I'm just like Gregory I get it like my pappy For years I wasn't happy growing up in the projects n***a my money used to be little like an insect I turned into a Racist only cause I love this green Graduated from digitals no more triple-beams Those were the finer things that came from Peruvian If you don't like my lifestyle then f** you n***a sue me then You wanna f** with the game then we'll chop you in Go against the flame motherf**er you will never win R.I.P Baby Chains, R.I.P Lil' Twin I'ma keep it stacking till I see hopefully y'all again Throw your a**es back in as soon as you get out the pen [Hook x2] The whips is new, the banger is used Keep stacking on them I don't catch a D-boy blues Keep dumping on they a** till the clips is gone Hold down my set n***a rep my home [Verse 3] I've seen em go, selling grams to collecting cans I just pray to God that he help me be a better man Cause when it come to the game n***a I overstand Only thing on my mind be them rubber bands Learn how to cook grams, coke taste like candy yams Little n***a moving with a 30 dick Told the man he could front the whole brick If worse come to worse n***a I ain't bringing back sh** This is for a broke b**h, cla** is in session I could show you how to stack money in a depression Live Wire Records ain't going through a recession Counting my blessings before I hit the street tonight Hoping I don't ever end up on a crack pipe Stuck in the game n***a still selling all white Cypress Village where I learned the whips soft And 10th Street n***as where I got it all off [Hook x2] The whips is new, the banger is used Keep stacking on them I don't catch a D-boy blues Keep dumping on they a** till the clips is gone Hold down my set n***a rep my home