Mozzy - Bladadah lyrics

Yeah, n***a like me, you know I love this sh** homie love ya A lot of hustle homie If n***as know me then n***as know If n***as know me then n***as know If n***as know me then n***as know I said if n***as know me then n***as know If n***as know me they know I ain't with the f**ery You say you need the job done? You know you 'posed to come to me Grittin' for the shootin face so she can live comfortably Crazy how the mainy sh** I done keep on huntin' me We gon' sit outside his mama house until we thunder him I don't f** with f** n***as, real n***a f** with me Ferragamo on me still saggin' when I buckle him Grab the plate, draw a single file line and snuffle him b**hes be in love with me, I don't love 'em b**hes though Cattin when it's spunky so I had to let them n***as go Livin' grounds critical, flockin' at your physical It's deeper than the punchline and tryna sound lyrical You don't wanna live like this, my life difficult It is what it is, I'm all in and I ain't trippin' though Murder was the case, that's what all the shooters sittin' for Still slide for my brother Zilla Zoe everyday Pour baking soda in the pot and let it marinate Snitchin' is a style now, n***as wanna narrate Dub spot barricaded, task force Tuesday Macintosh hangin' from an Airforce shoe lace I was Jay Jonah'd up on every back to school day Nookie n***as just a new addition to the food chain Sippin' hella glue gang, pour another eight up Don't wiggle through this motherf**er, get your sh** ate up I'm just bein' straight up, why you put the K up? Twenty thousand got me feelin' like 100k up All easy money like a layup, pay up Them Zannies don't be helpin' when a n***a tryna stay up You can ask the last ho I fired, I don't cake up Transform a hooker with the Marc Jacob make-up Breakin' up the dice game, let a thottie pipe drain All this funk'll have you fallin' off like a bike chain I get love out here in Harlem man. I done sold coke on these streets man; hash, weed, heron. As long as n***as is feelin' it a n***a like me can hustle. That's my gift in life man, you know? Murder is the mind state, boosted up the crime rate If you gon' f** around you gotta do that sh** the right way I be on my lonely, scared of what a n***a might say Still a rat even if you dry snitchin' light weight How you good homie, n***a? That ain't what the kite say It's just another square from the hood like Radante Clutching on picante, aim it at your noodle pack Gave the kata back cause he ain't know what to do with that Four finger banger baby and I'm still true to that Give up anything if I could bring one of my shooters back Zillas doin' videos with s**ers, I ain't cool with that If Perp was here he wouldn't approve either, why you doin' that? Act like you don't knowin' them the humans that we loomin at f** it up for all the real n***as with your stupid a** 40 in the Gucci bag, posted where it's boomin' at Yellin' "free my level four n***as doin' super max" Move a pack, to the pack To the pack, move a pack Loyalty is everything, I'm tryna not to ruin that Rich n***a always told me all you gotta do is stack But every time the b**h is in it, I be runnin' through the stack Wiggled out the hood for a minute and I'm movin' back Hella n***as started dyin' I'm the one that influenced that Gun shots'll never cease, gotta stay strapped for it If a s**er catch me leakin' that just means I asked for it Movin' at a fast pace accordin' to the dashboard Cousin got a SK, blood tryna tax for it I ain't tryna spend nothin' more than a rack for it Doin' somethin' right now so I'm a double back for it Rap about real sh**, real n***as feel this They don't comprehend it when I talk about a k** switch All that in the field sh** take you on a field trip My lil n***as sick, he drill sh** until the steel click Bladadah