9ten Mobb - Dirt Road Hustle
Coming up shit was tuff visions of some millions trying to run it up got to get up
Off these dirt road poverty had a nigga in the choke hold liquor house where the
Product sold called my shit solid gold got the game from my OG said aint no love
In these streets so I learned how to switch lanes my hustle stayed discrete moved
Normal but underneath had that pack jumping kept it quite though like I ain’t doing nothing slim thick in rotation ass clapping on the porch shit amazon we active miss me with the capping destiny big things from a youngin to a dirt road king destiny big things from a youngin to a dirt road king
Say I got it out the mud hometown mentality will keep a nigga stuck if you ain’t trying
To move my nigga then get the fuck out the way for a nigga that’s really gonna level up
And I came up off them dirt roads fly fashion off the hand me down cloths jumped off
The porch when I was a snot noise ashy ankles knees and the elbows now I’m cleaner than a bitch now these hoes wanna ride but I make’em take a Lyft acquired a lil juice now they all wanna take a sip why these haters keep talking keep my name off your lips before your ass catch a bum bump Kriss Kross with the pump that will make’em jump aint saying I’m the greatest but I got a hunch big Debo on the block I came to take your lunch
Pour a lil liquor where the weed at still a grape Swisher nigga can’t believe that blowing
Runts in my Caddie sunroof cracked seat back Fleetwood is a mutherfucking mack all
Accounts in the black we forgot how to act that AMG black black on black ass phat
Squeezed in them britches juicy booty tutti frutti mean walk shorty vicious hit it from the
Back rearrange them chitterlings I’m the main course with all the fucking fixings I’m
Palming the back of her head while she get get get it I must be delicious mob shit brown paper bag militia Kricia I miss ya you was dead for a week still kiss you on your
Cold cheek real world welcome to reality I feel gravity pulling me six feet deep in da
City dirt road kings white on white retro 5’s on my feet ain’t shit sweet but these ice creams red dot catch a body for the home team put it on something put it on me.
Written by:
ANTONIO SPEARS
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