Dro Boy
Late nights on 1st, I be posted up
It's K's til' I die, bitch I'm a throw it up
For all the homies gone, we gon' pour it up
How you flexin' and your dough ain't up
Sayin' you tuff, but why you ain't showin' us
I saw hustlers around me while grownin' up
Depression killin' me slowly why I be rollin' up
Youngin' from the dro, now you know enough
Bad bitches and palm trees
40 and some bomb weed
Where the ghetto meets the sea
In the jects, where I always be
Lil' stevo puttin' on for the town
Run up on me an I'm knockin' you down
I love to fight, it's in my nature
If we talkin' best be 'bout that paper
Or just get out of my face
Bro doin' time went and caught him a case
Freshman year was fuckin' with Monica
I couldn't leave home, had me a monitor
Still tho, ain't stop me from grinding
Back then they ain't know I was rhymin'
I'm RGIII, when he won him heisman
Ain't no lyin' in my words, I tell the truth
Thou shalt not kill but I stay doin' in the booth
Spittin' fuego, they like the way I talk
Stay reminiscin' when I used to walk
And drop the package off
Late nights on 1st, I be posted up
It's K's til' I die, bitch Ima throw it up
For all the homies gone, we gon' pour it up
How you flexin' and yo dough ain't up
Sayin' you tuff, but why you ain't showin' us
I saw hustlers around me while grownin' up
Depression killin' me slowly why I be rollin' up
Youngin' from the dro, now you know enough
Since 99, your boy been established
See, I don't wear shit unless it's badfish
Violate the fam then sucka' gotta vanish
The plug white but only speak in Spanish
Fam taught me some game, shoutout uncle Willy
Say you love me but why you ain't fuckin' with me
You know I had a take shorty to Sunken City
Found our way to the crib than I beat the kitty
The way that money talks, I think I'm Franklin
With hustlers and killers, I'm always hanging
Lil' mami loves my accent, the way I'm slanging
Boy I'm krazy, it's K's forever, I ain't ever changing
Straight pirate foreals, I'm from the P
My environment turned me into a G
No bachelor, here first the only shit they get in degree
I don't get tired, lately I ain't been catchin' them Z's, when
Late nights on 1st, I be posted up
It's K's til' I die, bitch Ima throw it up
For all the homies gone, we gon' pour it up
How you flexin' and yo dough ain't up
Sayin' you tuff, but why you ain't showin' us
I saw hustlers around me while grownin' up
Depression killin' me slowly why I be rollin' up
Youngin' from the dro, now you know enough
It's K's til' I die, bitch I'm a throw it up
For all the homies gone, we gon' pour it up
How you flexin' and your dough ain't up
Sayin' you tuff, but why you ain't showin' us
I saw hustlers around me while grownin' up
Depression killin' me slowly why I be rollin' up
Youngin' from the dro, now you know enough
Bad bitches and palm trees
40 and some bomb weed
Where the ghetto meets the sea
In the jects, where I always be
Lil' stevo puttin' on for the town
Run up on me an I'm knockin' you down
I love to fight, it's in my nature
If we talkin' best be 'bout that paper
Or just get out of my face
Bro doin' time went and caught him a case
Freshman year was fuckin' with Monica
I couldn't leave home, had me a monitor
Still tho, ain't stop me from grinding
Back then they ain't know I was rhymin'
I'm RGIII, when he won him heisman
Ain't no lyin' in my words, I tell the truth
Thou shalt not kill but I stay doin' in the booth
Spittin' fuego, they like the way I talk
Stay reminiscin' when I used to walk
And drop the package off
Late nights on 1st, I be posted up
It's K's til' I die, bitch Ima throw it up
For all the homies gone, we gon' pour it up
How you flexin' and yo dough ain't up
Sayin' you tuff, but why you ain't showin' us
I saw hustlers around me while grownin' up
Depression killin' me slowly why I be rollin' up
Youngin' from the dro, now you know enough
Since 99, your boy been established
See, I don't wear shit unless it's badfish
Violate the fam then sucka' gotta vanish
The plug white but only speak in Spanish
Fam taught me some game, shoutout uncle Willy
Say you love me but why you ain't fuckin' with me
You know I had a take shorty to Sunken City
Found our way to the crib than I beat the kitty
The way that money talks, I think I'm Franklin
With hustlers and killers, I'm always hanging
Lil' mami loves my accent, the way I'm slanging
Boy I'm krazy, it's K's forever, I ain't ever changing
Straight pirate foreals, I'm from the P
My environment turned me into a G
No bachelor, here first the only shit they get in degree
I don't get tired, lately I ain't been catchin' them Z's, when
Late nights on 1st, I be posted up
It's K's til' I die, bitch Ima throw it up
For all the homies gone, we gon' pour it up
How you flexin' and yo dough ain't up
Sayin' you tuff, but why you ain't showin' us
I saw hustlers around me while grownin' up
Depression killin' me slowly why I be rollin' up
Youngin' from the dro, now you know enough
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Writer(s): Bryan Calderon
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