Dirty (feat. John SOUL, Eliadrop & Chè Live)

We just chillin', we just chillin', YO

The streets, the beats, sex in the back seat
The heat; long list like a rap sheet
Air out my laundry, a quandary
Play dumb like a blondie, Brash
Mud bath, trips off of blood cash
Hands in the dirt, it hurts to move 'em this fast
Touch it all like a scattered ash
Cut up it up like some shattered glass
Ya face, the blow, the chase and the flow
The bass resonates with the hate in your soul
An outcast, so fresh, but not so clean
There no street signs to the HIV
This is how to make it free
Never fast enough, the dirt catches up
Have a plan B, oxyclean
The blood can't breathe, never leave a scene

Is it a mood or the sound when the bassline flows
Ya heard it from the grape vine, I'm dude who grows
Infusing the buds, in the vape then smoke
Refusing the blunt's a cruel joke
Got em goin' goin', out of control
Set it off on the left dog, and burn it slow
Put a bunch in the Dutch, whited out like blow
If it's really stepped on, she call it Diet Coke, that's DIRTY
I think she loves the drama
She loves being caught up in all my problems
Take them away like her silk pajamas
The relation-ship and her brain's a scholar's
From what her word's say, I think she's thirstay
Let's say she's been sippin' pep-say
That white girl that loves green on her birthday
And red bottoms I call that Gucci love-hate, it's

Man I feel like a kid again
Cinnamon skin, I'm only feeling that
Summer loving fall in the winter then I spring again
C-Notes make me sing again
East coast it's where I'm chilling in
New York
One time for the boroughs
Them that's buried in work
We in love with the green and forget 'bout the earth
That's why I'm back with a lecture at hand
Yo I'm the man that
Came to ran the planet
Gassed you up like a mechanic
I'm a Cocky fuck
When the cops rolled up
I was porking your bitch
Back of the souvlaki truck
I didn't, wrap my pita
I had to back my seat up
Pack the weed up
Watch the Money stack a meter
It's a victory but it's bitter sweet
My stars aligned like a centipede
It's the addicts with the chemistry
Mathematics way I bend the beat
Systematic high off acid with the chemistry

As I'm gettin high with my crew next
You gon' live and die with my two step
As you gettin high with ya crew next
You gon live and die with this two step

Ladies and gentlemen
Let me Tea this up before the kettles in
Tired of the same 'ol shit
Here's some adrenaline
I'm a devil but never been in Prada
I'm ayahuasca if your shaman turn into the Dalai lama
Now that I gave her the beef- took her to Benihana's
Now she back on the streets, I knew where I could find her
Let me explain that I'm an addict
In this attic, with a habit
With a couple of joints and an apparatus
My mind is self containing a vortex
Who knew I was unique? I just wanted equality and raw sex
My country has love for my craft word to Atticus
I went from ashy Larry to an Abacus
(Ugh) Must be hazardous
This nigga is blacker than Nazerus
1 man army and you couldn't fuck with half of us
I must be laughing cuz I'm feelin this shit
And my last name is Live but I'm killin this shit
I miss pun; packin' the mack in the back of the truck
My dick is a Maserati
Your dick is catching the bus
My dick abolish police
Your dick is stuck on the train
Taking over the world
Pinky lookin' for Brain
Higher than a buildin
Eye to eye with a plane
You'll never see a nigga
Gettin' kneeled on again
I know this shit's so comfortable
Layin' next a monster Claire Huxtable