[CHUUWEE] Chorus:
This is music for riders my goblins and monsters
Controlling that contra still conscious as common
My n*ggas be dumping how we solving them problems
Any means necessary no disrespect to Martin
My n*ggas be scheming, pull up in that charger
Leave some people bleeding, they turn in martyrs
On the block that we stand we get money regardless
Even tho doing wrong we gone do it with honor
[CHUUWEE] Verse 1:
I grew up where n*ggas walk around with guns to they hip
South side get the money get the money get rich
West side took it from me i ran up with my click
East side n*ggas run in im fed up with this sh*t
Off Loucreta super lucrative is money to get
Rutter park after dark having fun with my b*tch
David Reese 8 police cars i run through the ditch
7 years in my pocket i got bundles of this
Every day is the same , chasing paper and chips
I can't wait for a change i can't wait to get rich
All im seeing is cane , weed hookers and tricks
I been doing my thang tryna get out of this sh*t for real
Chorus :
Verse 2:
I'm out here posted up in Santa Fe
They say them cops done made the block hotter than gamma rays
They say them knocks after that white girl miss Mayonnaise
Lots of n*ggas in the kitchen beating up that Ana May
I bag up weed while watching anime ..
Hoppin' they never kick my door in
And take me downtown asking questions
What can i say?
Can i live n*gga am i jay?
The streets watching, i'm heat holding, just keep walking
Now i creep often , through the creek but 8 wit it
P.I. Light rail station they up here train trippin'
Citation cause i ain't have no f*ckin train ticket
My homie scooped me in the Buick and we stays dippin'
Chorus:
Verse 3:
Im on Mctavish Circle , just passed the curfew
Big bags of weed , big bags of purple
Over by sky parkway n*ggas blast to murk you
Comin out of the store if you beefin they come to serve you
My uncles banging CREEK MOBB they said don't ever let nobody work you
This is you hood n*gga can't nobody ever hurt you
Hold the fort down protect this house like the commercial
And say it with yo chest just to make sure them n*ggas heard you
Everyday is the same chasin' paper and chips
I can't wait for a change i can't wait to get rich
Tired of seeing cocaine weed hookers and tricks
I keep doing my thang hope to get out if this sh*t forreal
Chrous:
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