If God create anything better that crack cocaine, he kept that shit for hisself
I mean, that shit is like truth serum. It'll truly expose who you are
You happen to be a lowlife rat bastard motherf*cker
Who'll sell off his newborn for a suck off that glass dick
Crack'll bring it right into light
When they took Dogg away, the streets took my hard away
Hypnotized seeing Joe Blue in the Cartiers
I reminisce on them Windsor Dr and them Charter days
And Marv, and them liquor houses my father played
We was Boy's in the Hood, free Doe
Take your shit, go straight to the mall, that's free dough
Toy Drives, Sneakers Drives, and free coats
Now a Deadbeat Dad wanna kick my door, cause he broke
No bread, the best thing to have is patience
I've been to more funerals that graduations
Don't expect breaks, even the toughest nigga's fold
It got me down, found out a nigga I looked up to, told
Gave you my love
(Gave)
Still you took yours
Gave you my love
(Gave)
The Projects, talkin that somebody gotta die shit
Its logic as long as its nobody that's in my clique
Nas shit, needed cable, Sig with the Firestick
Kids can't eat likes, so when we post, money's the topic
As a kid my Momma taught me how to share
So when I eat, my dog eats too, thats only far
And my word, is really my bond, thats why I'm rare
Gerrod been gone for 10 and Tarod ain't missed a pair
Of any sneaker, we different, shit what you hustle for
Can't put you on, when you fall off, what you f*ck her for
I gave the streets my all and ain't get shit back
But playing against the cops, that was a mismatch
Gave you my love
(Gave)
Still you took yours
Gave you my love
(Gave)
Who in the f*ck are you talking to like that? Open your motherf*cking mouth
You think I'm one of them little crew niggas sitting on a project bench motherf*cker
Open your mouth nigga. Now you feel that
I'll put his gun in your bad breath smelling mouth. I will put the trigger
And I'll splatter what little motherf*cking brains you got all over the Corinthian leather interior of my car
And this my wife's brand new car so you know ion give a f*ck
CloverdaleRell - Love Lyrics
CloverdaleRell - Love Lyrics
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If God create anything better that crack cocaine, he kept that shit for hisself
I mean, that shit is like truth serum. It'll truly expose who you are
You happen to be a lowlife rat bastard motherf*cker
Who'll sell off his newborn for a suck off that glass dick
Crack'll bring it right into light
When they took Dogg away, the streets took my hard away
Hypnotized seeing Joe Blue in the Cartiers
I reminisce on them Windsor Dr and them Charter days
And Marv, and them liquor houses my father played
We was Boy's in the Hood, free Doe
Take your shit, go straight to the mall, that's free dough
Toy Drives, Sneakers Drives, and free coats
Now a Deadbeat Dad wanna kick my door, cause he broke
No bread, the best thing to have is patience
I've been to more funerals that graduations
Don't expect breaks, even the toughest nigga's fold
It got me down, found out a nigga I looked up to, told
Gave you my love
(Gave)
Still you took yours
Gave you my love
(Gave)
The Projects, talkin that somebody gotta die shit
Its logic as long as its nobody that's in my clique
Nas shit, needed cable, Sig with the Firestick
Kids can't eat likes, so when we post, money's the topic
As a kid my Momma taught me how to share
So when I eat, my dog eats too, thats only far
And my word, is really my bond, thats why I'm rare
Gerrod been gone for 10 and Tarod ain't missed a pair
Of any sneaker, we different, shit what you hustle for
Can't put you on, when you fall off, what you f*ck her for
I gave the streets my all and ain't get shit back
But playing against the cops, that was a mismatch
Gave you my love
(Gave)
Still you took yours
Gave you my love
(Gave)
Who in the f*ck are you talking to like that? Open your motherf*cking mouth
You think I'm one of them little crew niggas sitting on a project bench motherf*cker
Open your mouth nigga. Now you feel that
I'll put his gun in your bad breath smelling mouth. I will put the trigger
And I'll splatter what little motherf*cking brains you got all over the Corinthian leather interior of my car
And this my wife's brand new car so you know ion give a f*ck
I mean, that shit is like truth serum. It'll truly expose who you are
You happen to be a lowlife rat bastard motherf*cker
Who'll sell off his newborn for a suck off that glass dick
Crack'll bring it right into light
When they took Dogg away, the streets took my hard away
Hypnotized seeing Joe Blue in the Cartiers
I reminisce on them Windsor Dr and them Charter days
And Marv, and them liquor houses my father played
We was Boy's in the Hood, free Doe
Take your shit, go straight to the mall, that's free dough
Toy Drives, Sneakers Drives, and free coats
Now a Deadbeat Dad wanna kick my door, cause he broke
No bread, the best thing to have is patience
I've been to more funerals that graduations
Don't expect breaks, even the toughest nigga's fold
It got me down, found out a nigga I looked up to, told
Gave you my love
(Gave)
Still you took yours
Gave you my love
(Gave)
The Projects, talkin that somebody gotta die shit
Its logic as long as its nobody that's in my clique
Nas shit, needed cable, Sig with the Firestick
Kids can't eat likes, so when we post, money's the topic
As a kid my Momma taught me how to share
So when I eat, my dog eats too, thats only far
And my word, is really my bond, thats why I'm rare
Gerrod been gone for 10 and Tarod ain't missed a pair
Of any sneaker, we different, shit what you hustle for
Can't put you on, when you fall off, what you f*ck her for
I gave the streets my all and ain't get shit back
But playing against the cops, that was a mismatch
Gave you my love
(Gave)
Still you took yours
Gave you my love
(Gave)
Who in the f*ck are you talking to like that? Open your motherf*cking mouth
You think I'm one of them little crew niggas sitting on a project bench motherf*cker
Open your mouth nigga. Now you feel that
I'll put his gun in your bad breath smelling mouth. I will put the trigger
And I'll splatter what little motherf*cking brains you got all over the Corinthian leather interior of my car
And this my wife's brand new car so you know ion give a f*ck
Writer: Aviva Mongillo, Gavin Brown, Ryan Stewart
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid