Styles Ricks - THE HILLS

Counting paper I'm on the hills dawg
It get greater later
Right now it get real dawg
Keep my circle small
I know all my real dawgs
Had to cut some people off
To get them mills dawg
Road to recovery I got some war wounds
Andy got shot I got some more news
Nas let off shots he got court soon
Ten bands on 'em
I'm in the court room
Red beam dot we got different views
know I'm smoking runtz
When I'm in interviews
Tryin lose my memory
From when he made the news
If you tryna take my dawg
You tryna take me to
You tryna take my dawg
That's my dawg, yea
We been through it all
Through it all, yea
Cartier lens all
See it all, yea
Made it out the trenches ball
Yea, we ball, yea
4th street niggas
Them been my day ones
Lil Johnny popping percs
I seen 'em take one
You chilling with thugs
Having so much fun
I'm searching for love
Cause I never had none
Grandma say she proud of me
I did some
Take Stella to Bahamas
When them millions come
Sleep just bought a stick
30 round drum
Haters getting mad
Want me turn down some
Bad bitch getting mad
Pipe down some
I'm tryna get that bag
Cause I never had Nothin
Counting paper I'm on the hills dawg
It get greater later
Right now it get real dawg
Keep my circle small
I know all my real dawgs
Had to cut some people off
To get them mills dawg
Road to recovery I got some war wounds
Andy got shot I got some more news
Nas let off shots he got court soon
Ten bands on 'em
I'm in the court room

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Styles Ricks

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