Pressa - Thump Chronicles Vol. 1 lyrics

[Intro: GoldLink] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, mhm Yeah Jeez (This sounds like Nyge) Yeah [Chorus: GoldLink] I don't do this sh*t for the sport Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh Ridin' with some Act' on a boat Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh I don't do this sh*t for the sport Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh Ridin' with some Act' on a boat Boy gotta swim or he broke [Verse 1: GoldLink] I was sixteen when I bust my case When I start rapping, had to hide my face I was movin' packs right up out my place Had to bust moves so I leave no trace ni**as turn snitch, trust no b*tch Ain't no love, I love sticks Never show fear, but fu*k all that I was in the field with a shield and whole lot of deals and whole lot of money, give no fu*k 'bout a rap [Verse 2: Dan Diggerz] ni**as be thinkin' I'm rude (Rude) Hit up my shooter to shoot Tobacco all in my zoot Keep me a knife in my boot b*tch thought she was cute Bust me a script by the pool GoldLink my guy, you a fool [Chorus: GoldLink & Pressa] I don't do this sh*t for the sport Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh Ridin' with some Act' on a boat Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh I don't do this sh*t for the sport Ridin' 'round, act like I'm broke, uh Ridin' with some Act' on a boat Boy gotta swim or he broke (Lil' boy swim, uh) [Verse 3: Pressa] Lil' boy swim, lil' boy drown if that ni**a ain't used to water Crack cocaine, yeah, a young ni**a tryna get it like Coach Carter Dah-dah-dah-dah, they know Pressa, she need runnin' down, John Connor Fifteen shots like I'm Vince Carter, told her partner she from Dower Campin' out, camp for hours, CD look like CN Tower Got a grave and a flower, young ni**a, he came from powder Got finesse, got jugg, Novocain and super sour From the street, ni**a b*tch, that ni**a, he fooled that trial I don't know 'bout your dawgs, but mine, they out to eat See my ni**as servin' crack cocaine and dodgin' Ds Young ni**a, white tee, dope boy Forces, no crease And the police seized my jewelry for evi-d-ence