D-Line

Brunch
Eat up

I can paint you a picture i dont need a easel
I thought you was my dawg how you turn to a weasel
I done seen niggas fall victim to everything
Bro beat a nigga in dice for his wedding ring
You want that gas nigga come to the pumpside
When i die i hope bro sitting by the sunrise
Ask me do i love her and i told her as sometimes
Blitzing the plug and baby im on D-Line

Blue 42 dont fake just hut
I was young with no aim he got hit in his gut
You want smoke with my brother fuck nigga wassup
And we live like the mob you get put in the trunk

Bro hit my phone said he looking for snoters
Straight drop shawty come place you a order
Im bout that smoke baby call the coroner
Say you wanna play with the fire ill torch em

Spin a nigga bend he got left at that corner
Stain my first nigga and smoke me a quarter
I was only nine thats when i smelt the water
Couple years later we ducked enforcements
Trapped in that struggle til you leave the hood
Pain and depression rolled up in the wood
Big dawg status im feeling like Suge
Got it out the mud now its under the rug

Forgot the ice almost forgot my face
Aint ate her in so long almost forgot the taste
DOA Murder first degree that case
But no suspect cause someone got away

Ima feed all my niggas before i got cop a wraith
Bust down sharp diamonds cut like a blade
Lifes a gamble and my hand full of spades
When the streets get dry then the plug get sprayed

Brunch