[Produced by: Statik Selektah]
[Intro]
I’d do anything (anything)
Anything (anything)
Anything… niggas be out her hoein out
[Verse 1: BLU]
Oh yea, Rosa Perez, my bad I almost called you Rosa
Eyes feel, how that feel?
You said it wasn’t that ill the posers all over your poster
We post up for you, tell the show closer, shows over
It’s like an old soldier with no model for tomorrow
I be thinking bout upholding my bottle
Plottin on my Abe Lincoln, loading hollows with my hands on the Bible
Throw a peace though like I’m Middle Eastern
8 ink pins need revival, yo I’m non-religious
The palm is itching, put a psalm up in it, gave me when he thought I pull em different
Mama’s crib is safe, papa’s crib safe
All my brothers and sisters know the color of my nickel plate
Still the haters wanna ask me how I deal with hate
Told em you should never look a pistol in the face
You just go the extra mile just to make sure that you’re living it straight
You tell Barack I need a crib in estates
And cake niggas celebrate with your liquor no chase
Just to hit you quick or just to get yo face up out my face, fake nigga
How you picture tomorrow? With the wrong frame of mind
How you picture love if you are blind?
And the crowd trippin
[Intro]
I’d do anything (anything)
Anything (anything)
Anything… niggas be out her hoein out
[Verse 1: BLU]
Oh yea, Rosa Perez, my bad I almost called you Rosa
Eyes feel, how that feel?
You said it wasn’t that ill the posers all over your poster
We post up for you, tell the show closer, shows over
It’s like an old soldier with no model for tomorrow
I be thinking bout upholding my bottle
Plottin on my Abe Lincoln, loading hollows with my hands on the Bible
Throw a peace though like I’m Middle Eastern
8 ink pins need revival, yo I’m non-religious
The palm is itching, put a psalm up in it, gave me when he thought I pull em different
Mama’s crib is safe, papa’s crib safe
All my brothers and sisters know the color of my nickel plate
Still the haters wanna ask me how I deal with hate
Told em you should never look a pistol in the face
You just go the extra mile just to make sure that you’re living it straight
You tell Barack I need a crib in estates
And cake niggas celebrate with your liquor no chase
Just to hit you quick or just to get yo face up out my face, fake nigga
How you picture tomorrow? With the wrong frame of mind
How you picture love if you are blind?
And the crowd trippin
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