Police after me don't freeze
East Coast breeze to the DMV streets
Chronically blow trees lungs rest in peace
Police on the block don't freeze
These streets cleaned by the ops on lease
Nigga can't you see where the COP
They the illest cold coca cleana'
Calling East coast chrome cracking close gorillas
Figures cus niggas brought up dumped in the mud
Where its realer then realer dad dealer locked on scrilla income
All fled to the head set back steps
Blessed them who ahead round bread and Jesus
Broke niggas still praying on your knees when
Crack rock moves where your bible sleeping
Home thrown father gone for throwing bros some coke and dope
Momma dead overdosed on coke the blow that daddy sold
Kid shown for foster home grow up alone come out broke
Its a song, its a song regular where they come from
Eh, imma cary just in case okay
Keep me safe niggas come my way
This place no hesitate to spray
Niggas talking shit pray A-M-E-N
Police after me don't freeze
East Coast breeze to the DMV streets
Chronically blow trees lungs rest in peace
Police on the block don't freeze
These streets cleaned by the ops on lease
Nigga can't you see where the COP
And since I know you're smoking phony dope I can not match that
I ain't tripping I stay strapped with oz's up in my back pack
Working fast so I can flip a single track to three stacks
Made my own luck and I'm 21 as if I'm blackjack
You know what it is, bitch its a gang thang
We fly on several planes and never take economy
So international that we're not in the same lane
Calling you a lame is honestly me speaking modestly
Turn you're reality tragedy
I'm stickin' other niggas bitches so they mad at me
I'm in the kitchen whipping diction oh so magically
Turning up the heat I make a beat and cause a casualty
Leaving y'all with stitches and a crutch is how it had to be
Im still rollin swishers and a dutch and smiling happily
You keep talking smack you in a rush to mr. savagery
I'm wishing you some luck you better duck I'm aiming avidly
Police after me don't freeze
East Coast breeze to the DMV streets
Chronically blow trees lungs rest in peace
Police on the block don't freeze
These streets cleaned by the ops on lease
Nigga can't you see where the COP
Gavin - East Coast Breeze (feat. Dev With the Bev) Lyrics
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Police after me don't freeze
East Coast breeze to the DMV streets
Chronically blow trees lungs rest in peace
Police on the block don't freeze
These streets cleaned by the ops on lease
Nigga can't you see where the COP
They the illest cold coca cleana'
Calling East coast chrome cracking close gorillas
Figures cus niggas brought up dumped in the mud
Where its realer then realer dad dealer locked on scrilla income
All fled to the head set back steps
Blessed them who ahead round bread and Jesus
Broke niggas still praying on your knees when
Crack rock moves where your bible sleeping
Home thrown father gone for throwing bros some coke and dope
Momma dead overdosed on coke the blow that daddy sold
Kid shown for foster home grow up alone come out broke
Its a song, its a song regular where they come from
Eh, imma cary just in case okay
Keep me safe niggas come my way
This place no hesitate to spray
Niggas talking shit pray A-M-E-N
Police after me don't freeze
East Coast breeze to the DMV streets
Chronically blow trees lungs rest in peace
Police on the block don't freeze
These streets cleaned by the ops on lease
Nigga can't you see where the COP
And since I know you're smoking phony dope I can not match that
I ain't tripping I stay strapped with oz's up in my back pack
Working fast so I can flip a single track to three stacks
Made my own luck and I'm 21 as if I'm blackjack
You know what it is, bitch its a gang thang
We fly on several planes and never take economy
So international that we're not in the same lane
Calling you a lame is honestly me speaking modestly
Turn you're reality tragedy
I'm stickin' other niggas bitches so they mad at me
I'm in the kitchen whipping diction oh so magically
Turning up the heat I make a beat and cause a casualty
Leaving y'all with stitches and a crutch is how it had to be
Im still rollin swishers and a dutch and smiling happily
You keep talking smack you in a rush to mr. savagery
I'm wishing you some luck you better duck I'm aiming avidly
Police after me don't freeze
East Coast breeze to the DMV streets
Chronically blow trees lungs rest in peace
Police on the block don't freeze
These streets cleaned by the ops on lease
Nigga can't you see where the COP
East Coast breeze to the DMV streets
Chronically blow trees lungs rest in peace
Police on the block don't freeze
These streets cleaned by the ops on lease
Nigga can't you see where the COP
They the illest cold coca cleana'
Calling East coast chrome cracking close gorillas
Figures cus niggas brought up dumped in the mud
Where its realer then realer dad dealer locked on scrilla income
All fled to the head set back steps
Blessed them who ahead round bread and Jesus
Broke niggas still praying on your knees when
Crack rock moves where your bible sleeping
Home thrown father gone for throwing bros some coke and dope
Momma dead overdosed on coke the blow that daddy sold
Kid shown for foster home grow up alone come out broke
Its a song, its a song regular where they come from
Eh, imma cary just in case okay
Keep me safe niggas come my way
This place no hesitate to spray
Niggas talking shit pray A-M-E-N
Police after me don't freeze
East Coast breeze to the DMV streets
Chronically blow trees lungs rest in peace
Police on the block don't freeze
These streets cleaned by the ops on lease
Nigga can't you see where the COP
And since I know you're smoking phony dope I can not match that
I ain't tripping I stay strapped with oz's up in my back pack
Working fast so I can flip a single track to three stacks
Made my own luck and I'm 21 as if I'm blackjack
You know what it is, bitch its a gang thang
We fly on several planes and never take economy
So international that we're not in the same lane
Calling you a lame is honestly me speaking modestly
Turn you're reality tragedy
I'm stickin' other niggas bitches so they mad at me
I'm in the kitchen whipping diction oh so magically
Turning up the heat I make a beat and cause a casualty
Leaving y'all with stitches and a crutch is how it had to be
Im still rollin swishers and a dutch and smiling happily
You keep talking smack you in a rush to mr. savagery
I'm wishing you some luck you better duck I'm aiming avidly
Police after me don't freeze
East Coast breeze to the DMV streets
Chronically blow trees lungs rest in peace
Police on the block don't freeze
These streets cleaned by the ops on lease
Nigga can't you see where the COP
Writer: Devin Easley, Gavin Easley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid