man swear to god the first time i heard this shyt my mind was blew, i was a young nikka dis shyt was so crazy. i don't think drake swag could ever touch just THIS song right here he not a hood nikka it aint in him, he gone be a legend tho
Young money motha-fukka
Get it in blood puddles, shyt
I'm in the south, where we're living in mud puddles
shyt is a drug struggle, and you nikkas upping prices
I hug the Glock like a turnbuckle
Can't get stopped by the vices, no license
Rollin' like dices on the streets where the odds is high
Where the crime is life, and the life is time
And the time is jail, and in the jail you stressin’
The judge probably hit me with an algebraic expression
But I get away free, like ocean’s eleven
And I motion to metal, like a professional
When I’m rolling especially, like a pimp’s supposed to
Watch how you sit down when something’s in that sofa
If she with me, you know something’s in that hoe’s bra
She’s a foreigner, so she say co-ca
I get broke off and they get broke-a
They like so wha, I’m like so when
We gon’ know then how the turning turned out
‘Cause we gon’ shoot back till the burner’s burn out
Till the burning burn down every house the block hold
I’m hollering at you nikkas with every shot the Glock holds
You can’t see me, there’s a thousand blindfolds
And my mind state is put a thousand on top of those
I do school and do lunch at poppa-does
They want beef I turn that to sloppy joes
Copy cats, brrrraattt, copy those
I got a strong relationship with expensive clothes
This stuntin’ shyt is extensive and intense
Like pulling up in something American’s can’t invent
I make ‘em fall back, they gotta indent
Like a paragraph, the first sentence
I’m way smarter man, I’m more gifted
Straight from the womb to pro, prolific
I’m so, I’m so so, I’m so lifted
High in the sky, me and pops taking pictures
That’s my vision and until my vision is vivid
I’ma give it all I got, we good Jigga
You bytches