Two-way, deuce, siete
Yeah, that way
All this pressin’ is depressin’, the pressure is still pressin’
Against a nigga flesh, it’s beyond measure (Pressure)
Don Mega prime setter, prize fighter (Yeah)
You know I rep the dirty glove like a high catcher (You know it)
It’s concrete creatures, twenty-two times seven (Blockworks)
Five-Seven shot for surefire, John Legend (Brr)
The pied piper with that rod, strike you down to God
Can’t cheat death, he tried to beat the odds
With a pair of trick dice, hundred carrots, thin sliced (Eat ’em up)
Them lil’ pieces that you wearin’, shit light
Press and tear on my Skeletor, hustler forevermore
I had to make some adjustments, while others placed judgement (Dear God)
They hate, I stay above it, ain’t no way around it (At all)
I’m leavin’ shit the same way I found it (Brr)
Pronounced dead on the scene, Feds wanted me
Can’t think straight without the weed, but that money keep a nigga grounded (Root)
I’m just a drug zone nigga
Catch me in traffic, they don’t want no smoke or no Nicorette (No smoke)
‘Cause I be in the drug zone with it
Where we really active, we don’t post guns on the internet (I sold dope)
You know I be with them drug zone killers
Thinkin’ he a savage, but the whole hood know he been a rat (Blockworks)
I’m just a drug zone nigga
That’ll swing the traffic anywhere the custos spendin’ at (Skrrt, skrrt)
Where we at?
My youngin itchin’ for that framework
Did it on camera, nigga didn’t even change shirts (Brr)
They killed his bro, he wanted them to feel the same hurt
That he felt when it first happened, how his brain work
Finished the job, all in a day’s work (It’s hard work)
But something was missing, knew he had to put in that pain first (Woo, woo)
Got flicked once when the cop put in the name search
Came back clean, told him to “Have a nice day, sir” (Blockworks)
May 1st, day my mother was born
Went to jail on her birthday, was the regular norm
Stayed ahead of the curb and now we peddlin’ foreign
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I had to weather the storm
Everybody street niggas ’til your family mourn (Blocks)
And make a nigga reconsider, wish he never was born (Brr)
On the East coast, catch me off of Belvi and Warren (Eastside)
Where we up stick and shoot that bitch with excellent form
It’s Mafia, what else?
I’m just a drug zone nigga
Catch me in traffic, they don’t want no smoke or no Nicorette (No smoke)
‘Cause I be in the drug zone with it
Where we really active, we don’t post guns on the internet (I sold dope)
You know I be with them drug zone killers
Thinkin’ he a savage, but the whole hood know he been a rat (Blockworks)
I’m just a drug zone nigga
That’ll swing the traffic anywhere the custos spendin’ at
Where we at?
Seven-six drug zone
Nigga, no mask or gloves on
Even before this Corona shit, I wasn’t fuckin’ with niggas
Fuck you think gon’ change now?
Same old, same old
Yeah, Blockworks
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