Dro Boy

Late nights on 1st, I be posted up It’s K’s til’ I die, bitch I’m a throw it up For all the homies gone, we gon’ pour it up How you flexin’ and your dough ain’t up Sayin’ you tuff, but why you ain’t showin’ us I saw hustlers around me while grownin’ up Depression killin’ me slowly why I be rollin’ up Youngin’ from the dro, now you know enough Bad bitches and palm trees 40 and some bomb weed Where the ghetto meets the sea In the jects, where I always be Lil’ stevo puttin’ on for the town Run up on me an I’m knockin’ you down I love to fight, it’s in my nature If we talkin’ best be ‘bout that paper Or just get out of my face Bro doin’ time went and caught him a case Freshman year was fuckin’ with Monica I couldn’t leave home, had me a monitor Still tho, ain’t stop me from grinding Back then they ain’t know I was rhymin' I’m RGIII, when he won him heisman Ain’t no lyin’ in my words, I tell the truth Thou shalt not kill but I stay doin’ in the booth Spittin’ fuego, they like the way I talk Stay reminiscin’ when I used to walk And drop the package off Late nights on 1st, I be posted up It’s K’s til’ I die, bitch Ima throw it up For all the homies gone, we gon’ pour it up How you flexin’ and yo dough ain’t up Sayin’ you tuff, but why you ain’t showin’ us I saw hustlers around me while grownin’ up Depression killin’ me slowly why I be rollin’ up Youngin’ from the dro, now you know enough Since 99, your boy been established See, I don’t wear shit unless it’s badfish Violate the fam then sucka’ gotta vanish The plug white but only speak in Spanish Fam taught me some game, shoutout uncle Willy Say you love me but why you ain’t fuckin’ with me You know I had a take shorty to Sunken City Found our way to the crib than I beat the kitty The way that money talks, I think I’m Franklin With hustlers and killers, I’m always hanging Lil’ mami loves my accent, the way I’m slanging Boy I’m krazy, it’s K’s forever, I ain’t ever changing Straight pirate foreals, I’m from the P My environment turned me into a G No bachelor, here first the only shit they get in degree I don’t get tired, lately I ain’t been catchin’ them Z’s, when Late nights on 1st, I be posted up It’s K’s til’ I die, bitch Ima throw it up For all the homies gone, we gon’ pour it up How you flexin’ and yo dough ain’t up Sayin’ you tuff, but why you ain’t showin’ us I saw hustlers around me while grownin’ up Depression killin’ me slowly why I be rollin’ up Youngin’ from the dro, now you know enough