RAD Productionz - Dirty World lyrics

[Chorus] Paint wet, always clean This is basically the stuff of dreams In a dirty world, so it seems Drop the clutch, gon' let the wheels scream [Chorus] [Verse 1] These blocks is the building blocks where these buildings block the sky So I'mma stack 'em 'til the letters spell DIGGS, I can see over the roof and figure truly where I stand Up... town, used to be downtown, used to go and the Bottoms used to crack Not [?] for slacks and guitar Blacks in the car, packed to get to the club fast and didn't enter through the back Doors open, the pores open, we pour cancer into the porous, hopin' they open for more Cause we got it for cheap, my product was deep Thoughts I thought 'til the streets caught up with me and taught me let it sleep Now it's catty k**ers blowin' Cali [?], k**in' cats in the Cadillac with the calico Sack, and you don't know, but it's over, say I got blow and them rollers come to your door and put holes up in your Coroll' I mean, hey bro, I mean, Day-Glo And to think you just got that re-up from [?] All o' them pesos All that you paid fo' Add it up to a milly all in your face, whoa Solo is so low if I say so, myself and I do Mice, elephant in the room, I'm Not to be spoken on, my thoughts are impressive I'm making an impression like a John Wayne western Hollywood Fame Walk, probably could, may not Y'all be good, same talk, I'm still on the same block Though the blocks change, I'dda stay hot, main Water drain, stop pain, drownin', Wayne Scott stayin', shoutin' "Hey, stop, mayne!" Not me! Not never, today I'm a box Chevrolet How I talk clever? Okay, literally My American-made parts gon' break The hood gon' keep me shinin' while I ride to the grave [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] Uh Shots ring out, another man down Take a minute, figure out what's goin' on around Me, I sh** out words and hope I hit upon profound Statements to explain it but there's nothing to be found In my dictionary so I paint a picture but to get a better look That is, if you're not terminally sure, create a hook To hang the frame and hold the pictures that I took to hide my [?] With signs of peace, like "I am not a crook" Look Slowin' up your [?] Like they've lost your chance When everybody that you know could end up Oscar Grant And all o' my friends seem like monsters But I am just a man, I'm pretty sure I'm holding nothing but what fits inside my hand No dimes, no Glocks, and there's holes in my socks, and I'm foldin' my laundry like everyone else I'm a block at the coin operated on the corner, it's hot in the dryer I cry, California [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] And I'm cryin', baby Forgive me if it's awkward The sickness is thick and I'm pissed at the doctor Knocks at the door, I'm a peephole king Castle made of shattered gravel wrapped about a string Catch me on the corner, hat out, tryna' sing Locker at the Greyhound, packed full of dreams Like the cattle busted all up in the house with two things Excuse the mess I've made, I'm just tryin' to get clean