Thruway Music 2

作曲：Jeremie Pennick,Justin Harrell,Chagall Freeman

'Cause ** are still in the streets (mhm)

** are still doing what they do

So, you know, ** tended back to that

Huh, yo

It ain't no secret that I really found plugs

And showed the town love

I put it down before I had a underground buzz

I ain't do all this hard work to be around thugs

I'm in the Barclay Crown Club getting my child grub

Loud bud, got it out mud, they got my house bugged

They ran in four Philly cribs and never found **, huh

This four pound snub'll leave ya ground dug

It's ground hogs in my backyard and brown cubs

Put it all on my vision board then I hit record

When you stay down with your dogs, this is the reward

We was poor, no furniture, sitting on the floor

Fast forward, me and my son sitting on the floors

I ain't budge when they try to throw a bag at me

Y'all can go ahead, laugh at me

I refuse to let these record labels lab rat me

I got a brick for every bump on your face

And y'all ** got bad acne

Re-in' up was a weekly move

In '06, we had bricks in the PT Cruise'

Wearing jewels with no gun, gotta teach these fools

But y'all done shed enough blood to fill a three feet pool

If you was really in these streets then we'd be cool

My life made completely for the TV tube

I know crackheads that look like the ET dude

And I could turn a half a square to a 3D cube, trust (yeah, uh)

I'm steady winning, you don't see me bored, you see the score

We turn beef to rest in peace murals, graffiti wars

The spot I'm in, I couldn't dream of more

But this game is hard to love

It feel like siblings that you ain't meet before

And I'm still moving merch, so imagine that stopping

**, I really sold white, fifty pallets of cotton

I'm teaching class, I'm glad y'all been watching

Got your stash in my pocket

Off serving white like I'm basking in Robins

It's for my ** ducking ** bids

That was us at Cub's crib

With bricks in the room stacked up like bunk beds

I got a soft heart, I love kids

I've been the best connect

I helped make ** rich as they plugs did

I'm from the crack era where pitching wasn't easy

Ain't no table in the house

Sit that Digi on the TV

Little snot nose, I come for fifty if you need me

Block slow, feeling like Adidas sitting on them Yeezys

I'm not into that

I know about y'all tricking on them Breezies

Wrist chilling, looking like I'm pouring crystals from a Fiji

My street laws, we gon' rock, so ain't no pictures when you see me

And weak floors at the top just mean you're ceiling more squeaky

Butch