Pro - Dirty 8 Thirty
I'll be yo death bed, if you sleep on meWorld so cold, so I keep that heat on me
Bitch I'm a dog, like Mr Peabody
I'm working smart, not for anybody
I be the boss, no Hugo
Pullin' yo card, no Uno
I'm in my groove like Emperor Kuzko
Na ah, ya huh
Bitch you know what it is
This that new Pro, I don't need kudos
I'm a big stepper, something like sumo
Disrespect me, and get slapped like a puto
Fuck all yo fake shine, that shit is fools gold
You softer than brand new titties
I been the man in my city
I don't get flowers, but that's ok with me
I never liked flowers, unless they that sticky
I'm rolling a blizzy, while I put my pain on the beat
God bless, whoever hating on me
I got my loved ones waiting on me
Paying my dues, cause greatness ain't free
Patience ain't cheap
Somebody raisin these day to day fees
They made the rules, but they didn't make me
Wait till they see yea
What you know about that Hondo shit
She so spicy like Parisa and she on my dick yea
They know they got nothing on my click
All my primos are banditos and we all like this yea
And you know I gotta talk my shit
Cause they never thought that michael was gon pop like this
Dirty 8-30 yea we all in this bitch
Hustlin in the trenches till we all fuckin' rich yea
You small time and that's big facts
Micro-dosing off big caps
You tellin tales but ain't did that
You making threats but that's chit chat
When I come around you give big dap
I'm turning heads gave em whiplash
Some tried me but they didn't last
Now they memories swimming in the past
I'm on the drank and I'm on the Za now I can't function
Always on the go
Always on the move
Always up to something
You hold the cards like you got a hand
We all know you bluffing
Meanwhile me and success done got so close that we could be cousins
Don't know where my trust went
Deep in my soul it's a dungeon
It is what it is till it wasn't
I used to care now I'm like fuck it
Ain't got no tears for the bucket
That was the old me, they really loved him
Then he came up and now they just judge him
Guess they forgot that he came from nothin'
What you know about that Hondo shit
She so spicy like Parisa and she on my dick yea
They know they got nothing on my click
All my primos are banditos and we all like this yea
And you know I gotta talk my shit
Cause they never thought that Michael was gon pop like this
Dirty 830 yea we all in this bitch
Hustlin' in the trenches till we all fuckin' rich yea
Written by:
Michael Sintusek
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