Pdl Flow Pt. 5 (feat. DutyRu)

What you know about the struggle Shit, that's all a nigga know As a youngin, I was brought up, let that money stack and grow I'm havin' motion off a muscle You think he thuggin' They gon' bust him Headshot, ain't no concussion The chop was made and shipped from Russia Ain't really got no flow Nigga, I just be rappin' how I feel Don't be loose with that ball 'Cause I'ma run off with a steel I done put them shoes up Feel like a vet out in that field Ain't no canvas on the scene But we had left it with a spill You see me and I see you You better go with your first move I spent some racks with the plug These niggas out here buyin' shoes And they slimin' out they own kind Niggas thinkin' that shit cool Caught him slippin He got hit up with that blrrrrdd and made the news Do the dash and the whip I damn near had broke the trans Ridin' in that fishbowl Got his brain left on his mans Niggas claimin' that it's smoke But at first, they was some fans As if lil' buddy ass get wack' They gon' put it on your hands Keep on yappin' bout that money But can't show it where your bands And they be quick to tell your business That's why I ain't got no friends You cross me once, bet not think twice About tryin' to get another chance And now I remember when I was down Ain't nobody lend' a hand They ain't hear me when I was talkin' You think I care about what you sayin' Shit gon' get wet past ugly If a nigga keep on playin I can't show none of my cards So I went and played my hand You can say that you do But I know you don't understand I'm still healin' from it still PTSD with them memories Reminiscin' bout a drill Feel like the king of the hill It was nights that I ain't eat But I swear I ain't have a meal I know some youngins that'll kill And they'll do that shit for real Most of them young niggas ain't solid me And my gang, some like some steel Know some youngers that'll kill They'll pop your top for real Know I'm ten toes in that field Catch a bitch like, what's the deal Bitch, I'll sell your mama Bitch, I'll sell your granny It don't f*ck bout who it is Pussy bitch, I want that money Seen that fire, ain't got the runnin' I'm in the trap house goin' numbin Say he dead, but know he wasn't Bitch, I'ma slide about my brothers Every time we makin' hits Leave with folks ass in that ditch See me stalkin' in the midst Me and Dre got some kicks Everything come off the top Only thing, push me in If we miss that bitch the first time Just know we spin again Pull that dope off out the stash She like, baby, what that is This that shit right here That make them junkies steal your shit Stop speakin' on the do it And the bitch get off my dick That nigga ass music soundin' like some shit