City Streets, that's where I Learn
Play with Fire, you get Burned
When the Heat was on, I turned
Turned to Trouble, Trouble
Nigga got the Metal never use it
They just lets it Rust
A Thief get in your Car, Home and Clothes
You can call me Dust
Kid you can't Play me on this Playground
This ain't Toys "R" Us
At the Top it's just us Bitches Ride me like a City Bus
I'll sell Water to a Drowning Man
Do you get the Picture?
Grab my Glove and throw the Eight Ball
Like if I'm a Pitcher
I get Money by Uby be saying
We gotta get Richer
If New York is the Big Apple
I'm a Bite it like my Teacher
Sit right there and I'll Teach you
Whip it Cut it while I Cook
Man I got so many Recipes
That I could Write a Book
Tyson got Verses thats going to Jab the Beat
I don't Need a Hook
You Rapper's Pussy y'all like Scooby Doo
Y'all be always Spooked
We are going to Shoot
To to to to to
Test your Bulletproof
You Real give me the Discovery
I'm a need some Proof
You Feel like if you a Gangster
Prove it Outside of the Booth
Y'all Feel what comes out of my Mouth is Real
Just like a Tooth
We are going to Shoot
To to to to to
Test your Bulletproof
Y'all Feel what comes out of my Mouth is Real
Just like a Tooth
I have Walked a Bitter Line
Chosen Second over Cheap Wine
Still, I Look for Brighter Times
I Run with Trouble, Trouble
All I'm really thinking bout is Bussin Juggs
Then going back to work
And trying to Act like I'm not the Plug
I don't even Know what I'm Doing
It's out of Love
I'm trying to Understand
Cause all they ever Seen is Drugs
I'm trying to Understand it's so Strange
I took two Shrooms and now my Mind Rearranged
I don't understand
Why all I think about is Kane
Cause we're trying to Sell the Powder
For the Power I'm just trying to Smoke this Sour
Homie pulled out the OG
I don't even Understand
I started thinking a lot
It's all about the Drop
And you gotta be all up in the Spot
Then you gotta do
And you gotta Stay Away from the Cops
If you out here Selling Rocks
Then you Out Here got a lot
I'm trying to tell em but I Stop
I can't Breathe
I'm trying to Understand what I See
I Look up to God but somehow I See
Fiends on the Floor
I know Keys Open Doors
I'm just trying to Understand
What the Hell is all the Noise
And this Shit it's got me Feeling
Like it's Right
I'm so high
I don't even know Why
Scale Music
Scale Music
Is it the Drugs?
Is it the Music?
You know that Type of Shit
Scale Music
I have Walked a Bitter Line
Chosen Second over Cheap Wine
Still, I Look for Brighter Times
I Run with Trouble
Trouble is my Friend
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City Streets, that's where I Learn
Play with Fire, you get Burned
When the Heat was on, I turned
Turned to Trouble, Trouble
Nigga got the Metal never use it
They just lets it Rust
A Thief get in your Car, Home and Clothes
You can call me Dust
Kid you can't Play me on this Playground
This ain't Toys "R" Us
At the Top it's just us Bitches Ride me like a City Bus
I'll sell Water to a Drowning Man
Do you get the Picture?
Grab my Glove and throw the Eight Ball
Like if I'm a Pitcher
I get Money by Uby be saying
We gotta get Richer
If New York is the Big Apple
I'm a Bite it like my Teacher
Sit right there and I'll Teach you
Whip it Cut it while I Cook
Man I got so many Recipes
That I could Write a Book
Tyson got Verses thats going to Jab the Beat
I don't Need a Hook
You Rapper's Pussy y'all like Scooby Doo
Y'all be always Spooked
We are going to Shoot
To to to to to
Test your Bulletproof
You Real give me the Discovery
I'm a need some Proof
You Feel like if you a Gangster
Prove it Outside of the Booth
Y'all Feel what comes out of my Mouth is Real
Just like a Tooth
We are going to Shoot
To to to to to
Test your Bulletproof
Y'all Feel what comes out of my Mouth is Real
Just like a Tooth
I have Walked a Bitter Line
Chosen Second over Cheap Wine
Still, I Look for Brighter Times
I Run with Trouble, Trouble
All I'm really thinking bout is Bussin Juggs
Then going back to work
And trying to Act like I'm not the Plug
I don't even Know what I'm Doing
It's out of Love
I'm trying to Understand
Cause all they ever Seen is Drugs
I'm trying to Understand it's so Strange
I took two Shrooms and now my Mind Rearranged
I don't understand
Why all I think about is Kane
Cause we're trying to Sell the Powder
For the Power I'm just trying to Smoke this Sour
Homie pulled out the OG
I don't even Understand
I started thinking a lot
It's all about the Drop
And you gotta be all up in the Spot
Then you gotta do
And you gotta Stay Away from the Cops
If you out here Selling Rocks
Then you Out Here got a lot
I'm trying to tell em but I Stop
I can't Breathe
I'm trying to Understand what I See
I Look up to God but somehow I See
Fiends on the Floor
I know Keys Open Doors
I'm just trying to Understand
What the Hell is all the Noise
And this Shit it's got me Feeling
Like it's Right
I'm so high
I don't even know Why
Scale Music
Scale Music
Is it the Drugs?
Is it the Music?
You know that Type of Shit
Scale Music
I have Walked a Bitter Line
Chosen Second over Cheap Wine
Still, I Look for Brighter Times
I Run with Trouble
Trouble is my Friend
Play with Fire, you get Burned
When the Heat was on, I turned
Turned to Trouble, Trouble
Nigga got the Metal never use it
They just lets it Rust
A Thief get in your Car, Home and Clothes
You can call me Dust
Kid you can't Play me on this Playground
This ain't Toys "R" Us
At the Top it's just us Bitches Ride me like a City Bus
I'll sell Water to a Drowning Man
Do you get the Picture?
Grab my Glove and throw the Eight Ball
Like if I'm a Pitcher
I get Money by Uby be saying
We gotta get Richer
If New York is the Big Apple
I'm a Bite it like my Teacher
Sit right there and I'll Teach you
Whip it Cut it while I Cook
Man I got so many Recipes
That I could Write a Book
Tyson got Verses thats going to Jab the Beat
I don't Need a Hook
You Rapper's Pussy y'all like Scooby Doo
Y'all be always Spooked
We are going to Shoot
To to to to to
Test your Bulletproof
You Real give me the Discovery
I'm a need some Proof
You Feel like if you a Gangster
Prove it Outside of the Booth
Y'all Feel what comes out of my Mouth is Real
Just like a Tooth
We are going to Shoot
To to to to to
Test your Bulletproof
Y'all Feel what comes out of my Mouth is Real
Just like a Tooth
I have Walked a Bitter Line
Chosen Second over Cheap Wine
Still, I Look for Brighter Times
I Run with Trouble, Trouble
All I'm really thinking bout is Bussin Juggs
Then going back to work
And trying to Act like I'm not the Plug
I don't even Know what I'm Doing
It's out of Love
I'm trying to Understand
Cause all they ever Seen is Drugs
I'm trying to Understand it's so Strange
I took two Shrooms and now my Mind Rearranged
I don't understand
Why all I think about is Kane
Cause we're trying to Sell the Powder
For the Power I'm just trying to Smoke this Sour
Homie pulled out the OG
I don't even Understand
I started thinking a lot
It's all about the Drop
And you gotta be all up in the Spot
Then you gotta do
And you gotta Stay Away from the Cops
If you out here Selling Rocks
Then you Out Here got a lot
I'm trying to tell em but I Stop
I can't Breathe
I'm trying to Understand what I See
I Look up to God but somehow I See
Fiends on the Floor
I know Keys Open Doors
I'm just trying to Understand
What the Hell is all the Noise
And this Shit it's got me Feeling
Like it's Right
I'm so high
I don't even know Why
Scale Music
Scale Music
Is it the Drugs?
Is it the Music?
You know that Type of Shit
Scale Music
I have Walked a Bitter Line
Chosen Second over Cheap Wine
Still, I Look for Brighter Times
I Run with Trouble
Trouble is my Friend
Writer: JOHNNY RODRIGUEZ
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