歌手:DJ Esco
专辑:《Purple Reign》

作词 : Nayvadius Wilburn
作曲 : Nayvadius Wilburn
The streets'll speak for it

Where you standin' freeband gang

I dedicated every damn thing to this

I had to take a loss so I could cherish this ****

Two hundred pounds of kush I'm tryna sell that ****

My migo said **** it he gon' mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it I'm gonna sell them ****s

Young scooter makin' juggs on them bales and ****
And we ain't gotta talk about it you can tell we rich

Everything we went through man I can never forget

By the time I was seven my uncle wayne was in prison

We used to take a trip once a month and go visit
My grandma and my granddad yeah they all suspicious

Just say no to drugs hell nah I ain't listen

And loyalty is everything don't ever forget it
I keep my gun everywhere I go I never forget it
And why your sprite so pink I got promethazine in it
Why you drive your car nervous I got **** all in it
Let's go
I custom made a cross from the money I made
I threw nickel bands of crack I should've been in 12th grade
I ain't make my auntie's funeral I ain't never forget it
I know she know I love her and I hope she forgive me
I dedicated every damn thing to this

I had to take a loss so I could cherish this ****

Two hundred pounds of kush I'm tryna sell that ****

My migo said **** it he gon' mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it I'm gonna sell them ****s

Young scooter makin' juggs on them bales and ****
And we ain't gotta talk about it you can tell we rich
Everything we went through man I can never forget
I'm the ***** got your sister on the mollies and ****
You can tell I ain't the same cause I acknowledged the *****
I'm drankin' on my lean I swear to god I would quit

My auntie was a fiend I used to serve her a hit

I'm thankin' god today that she don't smoke it no more
I made so much ****in' money I put a safe in the floor
We got traps in every hood I used to serve out the stove

I still own the chopper and the old 44

Stick 'em up hit 'em up get it and go
We got bags full of cash that we ready to blow
Hittin' licks every day ***** go sell ****
Them jewish lawyers and accountants that's the life that I know

I dedicated every damn thing to this

I had to take a loss so I could cherish this ****

Two hundred pounds of kush I'm tryna sell that ****

My migo said **** it he gon' mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it I'm gonna sell them ****s
Young scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit
And we ain't gotta talk about it you can tell we rich
Everything we went through man I can never forget