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Souvenir Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Dirty30
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Darrell Hubbard




Dirty30 - Souvenir Freestyle Lyrics




We livin' life for souvenirs moving through the years
Know how to hustle I was taught before the other kids
F*ck what he said I really watched what he did
My family in the feds gone for some stupid shit
Three way calls 10 minutes on some groupie shit
Don't listen to the conversation I just mute the shit
Nowadays its drophead with the tooly kit
One of the hardest young niggas really doing it
Know some niggas wit no dog in em' watched em' quit
Only when he got some drugs he wan' take a risk
Took the interstate by storm I'm goin' til' I'm rich
4 in the morning we counting up bacon bits

Mama raised me right our circumstances changed the kid
We made it home repented for the shit we did
Feed into the hype or call shots like Jason Kidd
For my lil sisters I'm stretching wood like Stacy did
I'm buckin' the system the streets say they hate the kid
I'm lovin' the village but niggas rather hate instead
Shoutout KD they grazed my nigga in the head
Now he just be sippin' drank and he takin' meds
It's not the opps so we left the city blue instead

Niggas scared to take a leap Im on the pedal for it
Bronem' get it done and get a gold medal for it
Shit they never done gotta make em' feel special for it
Now we on da hunt I want that f*cking bezel boy
Every day is lunch cross your heart and be thankful for it
Gotta speak the facts ion' know how to change the subject
No cappin' in my rap I really wear this hat in public
Yesterday ain't coming back shit took my niggas from me
Body feeling dead I walk around like a mummy

Mama leg broke my pops sellin' hope
My dawg grind different cause his mama onnat' dope
A lot of niggas singing opera niggas washed up like soap
They was close that last time no cigar I want the smoke
Put the mail to the sky then we watched it float
They knew they was gon' jack me I'm glad I keep my pole
Dark days really chose us coming from the concrete
Young nigga like me I hold a rose up
Tried to swipe me with no card he put a pole up
Closer to this heat now I'm riding with a toaster
Don't forget the bread I keep that closer
Find all dem' dead prezis' hold em by my shoulder
Knocking at your door for the witness no Jehovah
Like the President ima give em' some to vote for
I'm hearing they gon' rob me they gotta get close enough
Last nigga tried it with his move it was a no good
I'm really from that shit and put on for the whole hood
The feeling that I get
I wish another nigga would
I wish another nigga would
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We livin' life for souvenirs moving through the years
Know how to hustle I was taught before the other kids
F*ck what he said I really watched what he did
My family in the feds gone for some stupid shit
Three way calls 10 minutes on some groupie shit
Don't listen to the conversation I just mute the shit
Nowadays its drophead with the tooly kit
One of the hardest young niggas really doing it
Know some niggas wit no dog in em' watched em' quit
Only when he got some drugs he wan' take a risk
Took the interstate by storm I'm goin' til' I'm rich
4 in the morning we counting up bacon bits

Mama raised me right our circumstances changed the kid
We made it home repented for the shit we did
Feed into the hype or call shots like Jason Kidd
For my lil sisters I'm stretching wood like Stacy did
I'm buckin' the system the streets say they hate the kid
I'm lovin' the village but niggas rather hate instead
Shoutout KD they grazed my nigga in the head
Now he just be sippin' drank and he takin' meds
It's not the opps so we left the city blue instead

Niggas scared to take a leap Im on the pedal for it
Bronem' get it done and get a gold medal for it
Shit they never done gotta make em' feel special for it
Now we on da hunt I want that f*cking bezel boy
Every day is lunch cross your heart and be thankful for it
Gotta speak the facts ion' know how to change the subject
No cappin' in my rap I really wear this hat in public
Yesterday ain't coming back shit took my niggas from me
Body feeling dead I walk around like a mummy

Mama leg broke my pops sellin' hope
My dawg grind different cause his mama onnat' dope
A lot of niggas singing opera niggas washed up like soap
They was close that last time no cigar I want the smoke
Put the mail to the sky then we watched it float
They knew they was gon' jack me I'm glad I keep my pole
Dark days really chose us coming from the concrete
Young nigga like me I hold a rose up
Tried to swipe me with no card he put a pole up
Closer to this heat now I'm riding with a toaster
Don't forget the bread I keep that closer
Find all dem' dead prezis' hold em by my shoulder
Knocking at your door for the witness no Jehovah
Like the President ima give em' some to vote for
I'm hearing they gon' rob me they gotta get close enough
Last nigga tried it with his move it was a no good
I'm really from that shit and put on for the whole hood
The feeling that I get
I wish another nigga would
I wish another nigga would
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Writer: Darrell Hubbard
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