Dizzle West - History (His Story)
Bitches be thinking I'm all that, saying I'm rich, thought I never played the streets
Spent a few nights in a cold-ass car and baby I ain't had shit to eat
Niggas be thinking they got it go broke, tryna spend all their bread on all kinds of sneaks
I'm the type, make sure my rent and my bills paid and still got coin for all kinds of heat
I'm from the city, don't flaunt your designer, cause niggas'll robbed yours off your feet
I'm from a city where niggas get killed over bitches that don't even own a lease
Think you gon' run up on me, you get done up, like all of my niggas keep on a piece
I need a bitch that won't stress me, I been through enough, 23, I protect my peace
City so cold, I keep Dylan and Dream, in the tuck, best believe I protect my niece
If you got beef, my niggas eat it, you get deleted, rest in peace
I can't believe my bitch exes be coming at me all the time, like shit be sweet
Is you gon' slide with a nigga reside, I see the subs all inside your tweets
Niggas been hating on this since birth, cause he out of they zone, out of they reach
I change where I live, yeah, I'm on to better things, now I'm way out, these niggas can't creep
He's suicidal to talk to me crazy, detectives gon' find a body in a creek
He's suicidal to fuck with my baby, I'll personally put like 40 through his teeth
Blessed if you had me, thank God in your prayers, cause bitches know that Dizzle West is for keeps
When I get rich, move my sisters out Philly, and buy all my bitches all kinds of jeeps
I'm talking G-Wagon, Lamb trucks, Benz and all vacay in presidential suites
Been in the studio working this album, gon' wake niggas up, heard niggas was sleep
Niggas trying sign me, declining they offers, trying make me somebody I ain't
Niggas gon' watch how I carry this independency, I'd rather the weight
Niggas gon' judge me off the image I create, so I watch how I paint
I've been so blessed in my years, I thank God that he got me, I got no complaints
I was so trapped in this negative aura, I'm glad that I finally escaped
From eating McDonald's like 24-7 to having Ruth Chris on my plates
How you gon' upgrade from me, baby? I'm number one, Dizzle can't be replaced
I've been bougie for a while, probably Burberry Sponsored, I'm the Burberry face
Written by:
Dana Anderson
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