Through The City

(album: Die Bloody - 2019)

I'm from where calm made us hot after niggas started getting picked off
Niggas front us, don't make nothing from it but fifty missed calls
When DQ had a million-five and died taking footballs
I used to walk these streets broke, now I drive a push-start
Niggas know that I ain't greedy
Get spanked, keep tryna be sneaky
If I told you what I paid for these P's, you wouldn't believe me
Whole city hating, that shit crazy, used to call us dirty
The other side some bummy guys, but me and mines ain't hurting
If I did it, it was on purpose, I ain't never said I was perfect
While me and Vontae lurking, hoping police don't disturb us
We thought niggas was gangsters, hustlers, killers, and robbers
But that's online, and from our eyes, niggas ain't matching our grind
Niggas ain't never seen a nine and it let it fly for sixteen-five
Rock it up, hoping we find a sucker to shop with us
Know the dope already cut, but we told 'em it was raw, though
Finessed him, God bless him, get a new number tomorrow
Told him meet me on Redondo, my nina on me like Rondo
Know my run long as a car note, on the highway with a Carlo

Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whipping
Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use her kitchen
Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it
Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city
Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whipping
Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use the kitchen
Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it
Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city

Real trapper, this was my dream
I know ain't no I in team
But you can find me with cream
Karo jugg, he think it's lean
Percs done damn near made us fiends
Out here, ain't no in between
Lil' dog said he got a sting
You know I let him hold the beam
On our block, we reign supreme
Biggest shit you ever seen
Balmain, not no Rockstar jeans
Balled, but I ain't make no league
Why these niggas wan' hate on Gee?
Know I get it from A to Z
Cali weed, ain't from AZ
None of that fuck shit fazing me
These broke niggas dream 'bout taking me
These freak hoes dream 'bout dating me
Lot of shit ain't okay with me
Better watch what you say to me
Counting my pockets, that's gay to me
They know better than play with me
They overnight them things to me
Just give me 'bout a day or three

Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whipping
Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use her kitchen
Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it
Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city
Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whipping
Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use the kitchen
Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it
Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city