Dub City

Uh, yeah (Drop that bitch) I pull up in a bullet proof 1500
Five bank accounts cause the money keep coming
We started off broke turned nothing into something
Now we sell out shows and all the homies jumping, uh
We ain't stopping till we gas out get the cash out
Put the whole squad on my back time to max out
Honeys sing along to our songs till they pass out
Lil man speaking on my name get the gats out
Nah chill son we ain't on that villain shit
This music really do something get our little dividend
I'm living in a new era, so clever
90's baby forever, no better
I'm a Dangerous MC rest in peace to Biggie Poppa
You suckers can't compete I'm in the street like Jimmy Hoffa
So thank me proper, I'm getting sharper as I prosper
Putting Flava In Ya Ear like B.I.G. Mack not a Whopper

Dub City Dub City
Everybody fucking with me
I'm in these motherfucking streets
Yeah, Believe me, it's on me

Welcome to the Dub where we get down
Nothing but a dollar and a dream to invest now
Used to drive cars that were half of my rent now
Might just fuck around and drop a stack on a penthouse
I'm so Westside loced out, half the homies coked out
Lil cousins smoke now, Bitch what you know about
The TPL it's like they're raising us for jail
Ain't no money for the bail if you in and out the cell
But your homies living well cause they pushing packs to sell
The same dope that put you in ain't gon' take you out this hell
I'm putting money in these blocks by putting money in these shops
Same people I'm investing in are coming back listening
I would swear to god that I am making it
But I'm the only one with this last name that is an Atheist
I would still grab the mic and start preaching
Have everybody in this bitch hands up screaming

Dub City Dub City
Everybody fucking with me
I'm in these motherfucking streets
Yeah, Believe me, it's on me
Dub City Dub City
Everybody fucking with me
I'm in these motherfucking streets
Yeah, Believe me, it's on me



Credits
Writer(s): Orlando De La Cruz
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