Know what I'm sayin'?
Three!
I live in the three streets and got
more * up than 288 construction.
Slivers get got so you better have it cocked and start bussin'.
Niggas hustlin' tryna turn they minuses to pluses.
These bitches ain't * so they'll start
lusting for any nigga that'll up it.
Young niggas die before they grandparents can shut they eyes.
Just to survive the BGs'll take your face
off quick as Judge Ravolt's or just to stay
alive.
For the love of them pies,
your right hand'll turn fake and disguise as real.
Can't have feelings on heart in these streets,
cause showin' too much love'll get you killed.
For real.
Look, you know it's deeper than rap.
That's why I *,
shower,
shave,
even sleep with
the strap.
Confiscating three-time felon,
still clutching the strap.
I'm hearing voices
in my head so I speak it in rap.
You know, love'll make you weak.
Love'll have you sleep.
Love'll have you body and niggas just for the freak.
Look, I don't * with niggas
less niggas than * with me.
I be extra low-key and moving them by the peak.
So I'm
Brady Flo, I'm the best there ever be.
Best kept secret if the rest could ever see.
I'm
on a mission till my mission complete.
Low-key, catching plays from a distance.
James Harden
the three.
Staying down till I come up.
Better chase it from more bucks.
These niggas know
us, knowing they ain't gonna hold us.
So what?
Slow bucks better have it than no bucks.
Grind,
put that dough up, stacking it from the floor.
Every time I try to walk away,
something always seems to make me stay.
And I
can't tell you why.
Yeah, I can't tell you why.
So I'll just listen to me.
Hey,
whole hood like a war zone,
so I'm riding around my clock.
Rather get caught with it,
for I'm caught slipping.
Niggas slide on, you get shot.
Whole lot of wolves starving, niggas see food,
down catfish on my block.
Niggas ain't have dresses, but your legs wigged.
Get a price put on your top.
I got 50 points on this Rolex.
Niggas dime plotting on my watch.
I play guard devil and the grim reaper.
Get some time, took off your clock.
Keep that desert eagle when I sell pigeons.
Got big birds in my flock.
Got them blues on me, not a cooking muscle.
Try to eat some and get popped.
Use B-Bruh, I'm pushing that rock.
O-B-J weaving them blocks.
Never had a conversation with a broke nigga.
Said two words, no cops.
Less is a flat line to that red light.
That's the only way I'm going to stop.
Making my fork circle that pot.
More than a law circle that block.
You sell circles out of my block.
Whole lot of purple off of my pot.
Busting that script that come from my dot.
Grind with a purpose, gapping my guac.
I bloom the hardest side of my crop.
Planting my seed and that's when I grew.
Niggas came out to mud just when the rose rose.
When it's water, that's what that do.
Bill, yuh.
Every time I try to walk away,
something always seems to make me stay.