Joseph Bleu - Swervin' (feat. R3 & Lik) Lyrics

Picture me rollin in a benzo
Every broke niggas dream I done seen many feens
Get flipped in the window
I was probably like 3 and was throwin up hoods that
I learned from my kin folk
You thought yo blacx life mattered till you seen a head splattered
And his brain where the wind go
That's the day that I learned that you only as funky as ya last cut
Or as good as ya last fucx
Or as rich as ya last bucx
If you niggas claim the struggle you won't have much
Got me thinkin that this bullshit hereditary
Cuz you daddy was a citch and yo momma was citch
And they made yo citch ass You hella scary
Niggas bout as sweet as some ben & Jerrys
And nah I ain't neva been like you niggas
Taught to fight you niggas if you come at my fam
Was a hot head round 10,11,12
All the way to 19 and I'll do it all again
If I had to , what that mask do
I see you hide behind yo set cuz you get no respect
But I'll never compared myself to the last dude
And the way I was raised got me hooked in a daze cuz you see
My daddy born in Houston TX
Raised in Lynwood Eastside in fact
My uncle from 11z tons of Cs around me help create the swag
Decided not to bang but still gone do my thang
If you test the macx
Grew up on that gangsta rap and houston slab
So fucx the trendin graphs my nigga I'm swervin
You gotta go get it if you really really want it,
I been grindin all night you can hit me in the mornin
We got good trees, good drink shit got me zonin
I'm a bad energy curver my nigga I'm swervin
My nigga I'm Swervin
My nigga I'm Swervin
My nigga I'm Swervin
Only way was to get it out the mud cuz we had to
Yeah
And I'm trippin off my dollaz so don't catch me in a bad mood
Cash rules now I'm tryna count the bands in a Jag coupe
Use to still money from my teacher in the class room
Bad youth cuz the older bitches pullin down they pants too
Front the doe to the OG who burn CDs, yeah, add 2
Flippin
Ain't no favors I need benefits
I don't care if it sound coccy bitch I been the shit
Watchin niggas die normalize obscured my innocence
Been broke weighed down but we livin' rich
Made a promis not to ever be broke again
Feelin of Palm itches it couldn't beat open hands
Uprising from the drought realizing I was born to sin
Adapt to get lost we control the wins
You gotta go get it if you really really want it,
I been grindin all night you can hit me in the mornin
We got good trees, good drink shit got me zonin
I'm a bad energy curver my nigga I'm swervin
My nigga I'm Swervin
My nigga I'm Swervin
My nigga I'm
Swervin, Swervin, Swervin on the 110 where it began on my side
The Westside
Feelin flower where the rain don't fall this that cactus love
West Coast yea the best coast
We be swervin, Swervin