For da Fam

[Verse]

Ha-haaa

Yeah the game's getting old, shawty's going up top

Coming home a little bigger with waves and parole

The dope's in the hole, the fiend's all lined up

Everybody tre pound down and nine'd up

Money short, no telling where you could wind up

Gangs of the New York, lotta soft niggas signed up

Nothing like the feeling you get when you bust the K

I can do back-to-back bullets, won't touch a Tre

Me Gus n K, real pimpin'

In a big shipment of something that taste different

Hollow tips turn grown men back into infants

Two trap houses, Greensboro and Winston

Summer's behind the wall, other niggas is fenced in

A couple of em just touched down that just did ten

Cut ain't bad enough for staples, you get stitched in

Lucky that the doctor was even able to fix him

Yeah, what the fuck could you tell me?

Red and green stipe or the capital LV

If I don't make it, all that means is that I failed me

So either imma make a hit record or sell D

Heh, I'm trying to do both

Bars top of the line, 'bout a nine on the dope

Balcony, looking at your mind on the scope

Devil telling me "Do it" but the angel saying "Nope"

Made it out the jail, you lucky nobody cut you

Go into the hoe screaming and nobody touch you

Looking for the foul, and that's where the trouble's at

Say death come in threes but I can double that

Any narcotic in the world, I can bubble that

Infatuated with the drug game but in love with rap

Cocaine in my DNA

Yeah, and my blood is E & J

Rather see him bleed than to see him pay

D-Block nigga, we don't play

[Outro]

D-Block

We just starting Pooh, Kiss My Ass

Let that breathe

Before y'all download my shit, it's coming

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Suckers, nigga