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Lil Pete

Old School Drip

 

Old School Drip

(album: Hardaway - 2019)


[Lil Pete:]
Ayy, Hardaway, yeah
Hardaway, yeah
They say the murder gang cool 'til you live in a box
Can't, with them niggas, they wasn't passing the rock
Yeah, yeah
Ayy

This shit'll eat you alive
Seen a nigga lose trial 'cause he was living with pride
He was a million dollar nigga, now he begging for five
I can count my real niggas with a hand to five
Had to go up in the house before sundown
System love nobody 'cause the kids getting gunned down
10 years old, seen a nigga get ran down
War going on so you sleeping with your gun out
Champions and chances, keep a line in Kansas
Never front your move, they gon' paint you like a canvas
I won't never stop grinding 'til my mama in that mansion
All he wanna do is jack sons like he Janet
And never sit up on your ass, 'cause them people, I can't stand it
Direct like TV, we don't diss with Instagram-ing
She boosting and she scamming, baby do damage
Do it by herself 'cause lil' baby bring them bands in

They say the murder gang cool 'til you live in a box
I can't win with them niggas, they wasn't passing the rock
Popping Dom Pérignon while y'all popping Ciroc
Same niggas that salute wanna see a nigga flop
Popping Perkys for the pain, pop your bitch 'cause you a lame
When you doing bad, they act like they don't know a nigga's name
Public housing, Section 8, we from the mud and the rain
Don't compare us, we are not alike, we aren't the same

[Babyface Ray:]
They say the dope game good until the end of your trial
We in a frenzy for that money, you can't spend when you die
The streets on fire tryna make it through the end of July
The road wipe him out, you ever seen a grown man cry?
Couple niggas switched sides, got me laying with mine
Still scrambling in the streets, mama praying outside
Son take it one day at a time
They took Snoop, fuck 'em two at a time
Your day coming if you true to the grind
You gotta live with them mistakes, ain't no pressing rewind
And if the plate big enough then I be blessing the guys
Niggas ain't solid, they was snakes in disguise
They thought I was falling off, I was taking my time
I was really falling back, I was crossing them lines
Taking penitentiary chances just so I could provide
See an opp, take his life 'cause they'll try to take mine
Niggas smiling like they happy, wanna see me break down
The harder way

[Lil Pete:]
They say the murder gang cool 'til you live in a box
I can't win with them niggas, they wasn't passing the rock
Popping Dom Pérignon while y'all popping Ciroc
Same niggas that salute wanna see a nigga flop
Popping Perkys for the pain, pop your bitch 'cause you a lame
When you doing bad, they act like they don't know a nigga's name
Public housing, Section 8, we from the mud and the rain
Don't compare us, we are not alike, we aren't the same

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