Seen a nigga blow trial for a body
He ain't even do it, but a nigga still held it down
I done seen gangsta niggas who done turn into a rat
Now they in the courtroom helpin niggas blow trial
It was niggas in my hood that I used to look up to
Fast forward now, niggas still ain't see a pound
It was times, broke a deuce down up 8 balls
Dropped the prices 60 dollars when they gave them bitches out
It was times that I only made back what I spent
Last summer every 2 weeks, had a different whip
I was fresh outta jail, up 5 am
Swervin through the hood, givin samples out to licks
That's real life shit, I can put it on my kids
I don't really like talkin bout the shit I did
I am not these niggas with that made up shit
Imma tell you right now why the fuck I'm DrugRixh
I done fucked a deuce up on the stove tryna cook
Aunty on my shoulder tellin me the water too hot
I done robbed a nigga I was cool with
Had to line his ass up all day, he ain't even see the plot
You don't know what it feel like, hit a lick with a nigga
Then he turn around, start workin with the cops
We done threw cocktails through a nigga mama window
4 o' clock in the mornin, tryna burn that bitch down
I done seen a nigga give his own baby mama crack
Turned her to a fiend, got her runnin round smoked out
Same shooter from the hood everybody scared of
Seen him come to jail, get packed up and punched out
Every nigga that I ever robbed I was cool with
Line him up, play along on some smooth shit
I was running into houses on some afterschool shit
With an old 12 gauge same size a pool stick
Seen a nigga scared to fight but he will shoot shit
Had a old ass deuce deuce went to school with
Seen a bitch suck dick while his nigga was in jail
Still makin every visit like she ain't do shit
Used to take my crack money, go and buy dope with it
My homie used to smoke his weed mixed with coke with it
Other day he asked me for a couple dollars
I ain't wanna give it to him, cause I knew he gone smoke dope with it
I ain't ever in my life ever think bout snitchin
One bedroom with a microwave and plate in it
House in auntie name but she let me stay in it
Told the plug throw me somethin I ain't gone play with it
Price good, I ain't gone do the race with it
My homie died for a chain with Jesus face in it
Every line in this rhyme, nigga ain't no fake in it
They almost caught me with it, had to take em on a chase with it
It was times, had a gun and I ain't even had bullets
Had to up that mothafucka, beat a nigga face with it
Overdoses in the hood got the feds on the block
All these wax bags I packed, hope ion catch a case with em
Bodies droppin in the hood everyday with it
In the same house for years, grandma still stay in it
Me and mines, niggas know not to play with 'em
Stick back to back, Meek Mill you with this Drac', nigga
He ain't even do it, but a nigga still held it down
I done seen gangsta niggas who done turn into a rat
Now they in the courtroom helpin niggas blow trial
It was niggas in my hood that I used to look up to
Fast forward now, niggas still ain't see a pound
It was times, broke a deuce down up 8 balls
Dropped the prices 60 dollars when they gave them bitches out
It was times that I only made back what I spent
Last summer every 2 weeks, had a different whip
I was fresh outta jail, up 5 am
Swervin through the hood, givin samples out to licks
That's real life shit, I can put it on my kids
I don't really like talkin bout the shit I did
I am not these niggas with that made up shit
Imma tell you right now why the fuck I'm DrugRixh
I done fucked a deuce up on the stove tryna cook
Aunty on my shoulder tellin me the water too hot
I done robbed a nigga I was cool with
Had to line his ass up all day, he ain't even see the plot
You don't know what it feel like, hit a lick with a nigga
Then he turn around, start workin with the cops
We done threw cocktails through a nigga mama window
4 o' clock in the mornin, tryna burn that bitch down
I done seen a nigga give his own baby mama crack
Turned her to a fiend, got her runnin round smoked out
Same shooter from the hood everybody scared of
Seen him come to jail, get packed up and punched out
Every nigga that I ever robbed I was cool with
Line him up, play along on some smooth shit
I was running into houses on some afterschool shit
With an old 12 gauge same size a pool stick
Seen a nigga scared to fight but he will shoot shit
Had a old ass deuce deuce went to school with
Seen a bitch suck dick while his nigga was in jail
Still makin every visit like she ain't do shit
Used to take my crack money, go and buy dope with it
My homie used to smoke his weed mixed with coke with it
Other day he asked me for a couple dollars
I ain't wanna give it to him, cause I knew he gone smoke dope with it
I ain't ever in my life ever think bout snitchin
One bedroom with a microwave and plate in it
House in auntie name but she let me stay in it
Told the plug throw me somethin I ain't gone play with it
Price good, I ain't gone do the race with it
My homie died for a chain with Jesus face in it
Every line in this rhyme, nigga ain't no fake in it
They almost caught me with it, had to take em on a chase with it
It was times, had a gun and I ain't even had bullets
Had to up that mothafucka, beat a nigga face with it
Overdoses in the hood got the feds on the block
All these wax bags I packed, hope ion catch a case with em
Bodies droppin in the hood everyday with it
In the same house for years, grandma still stay in it
Me and mines, niggas know not to play with 'em
Stick back to back, Meek Mill you with this Drac', nigga
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