Drop By

(Dezzi do this with his eyes closed) I been on the low low long time When I get it and you want it no all mine Introduce me to the Devil can you mention that I’m unsigned Fakes with they blindfolds don’t wanna see the sunshine (Ah) What’s a low rider with a stick? (Woah) You ain't even get a chance to blink? (Woah) What’s my worries in a hurry to the stop sign? What’s a drop-top if you aint gunna drop by? Unparalleled exquisite You cannot catch up to me unfair oh well I witness (Ooh) That you going round in circles like the carousel exhibit Everybody sound the same I can’t care to tell who is it (Yah) Cut to save some time I ain't come to wait in line I came to save the quarter I ain't come to save a dime I came to save my homies The game do make a don Going out like Corleone Close the door and make em proud Gave my soul to kill it Only choice I had to get it My whole family invested It's a little late for dying I been on the low low long time When I get it and you want it no all mine Introduce me to the Devil can you mention that I’m unsigned Fakes with they blindfolds don’t wanna see the sunshine (Ah) I used to know things Now I’m floating With a textbook In the ocean Now I know things Bout yo homies And yo side hoes Wit they nose rings You aint cried wolf (Boy) You just cried I got the sheepskin So you just hide Ay bro what's good? Yo what's in the bag? Gimmi the bag Yo I’ll burn your fucking nose off You hear me? You hear? We goin off You know it’s on The sirens loud It’s stolen cars And showing off It's snitches with the swollen jaws Sharks in water Hearts a mortals Start with Prada End with nothing Gucci bag It’s no discussion Like it swipe it Aint leaving bleeding I leave em bleeding Pull your card its season's greetings Working night and day It’s even evenings Achilles' heel I see your weakness when I’m At the bottom of your boot Nothing as balsamic as these roots, son That Hit and run I’m sippin’ sumn Predicting sumn I listen sumn I’m missing sumn It's missing funds On guessing games on who is finna lift us up (Uh) To the fame and fortune Bitches with the fake proportions Whippin with the frames imported I’m Sitting with the same old shorty Same old story Kids on dreams A state of worry When I hit a lick They won’t frame nobody