Aasim - South Rd lyrics
[Aasim - South Rd lyrics]
In this country, one guy get the items
And the other guy, pays 'em
No ticky, no laundry
Let's go to Southside Queens right now
Grind Music, Wize G lakewood, come on
Uh, uh, senseless
School is never where I learned my lessons
Rooftoops with boomboxes where
My searches ended
Famous, I wanted ever since my
Mind could think it
Handcuffed in the back of
Impalas fo' public drinkin'
If Grind Music ain't discover me
I'd pro'ly be a alchi in recovery
Now I'm just a addict with a one to three
Contractor bring back the suckеr free
Game in a choke 'til the
Brokе niggas live comfortably
In the back of a dollar van
With the gats and a driver, man
Thinkin' 'bout my mama, I just
Need a couple dollars, man i'ma honest
And I try to be the hardest worker
Even though my pro'lems bigger
I just got a life preserver
Man the streets is cold
Every day it's three below
And in a week or so
I might just be with Keyshia Cole
My story is told, walkin' down glory's road
Grindin' forever you could tell
By my dirty toes
I walk a good mile, I wear a good shoe
I might just be wild, I might be brand new
I talk with such style
My voice is clear blue
My mic sound nice, I check ya one, two
And uh, one, two, and uh
If you feelin' like a gangsta, bust ya hammer
If you livin' a hustler, know the grammar
And if you struggle like I
Struggle, then up them matters, go
Vicious, I do my murder
Smooth like blowin' kisses
My flow is known fo' switchin'
Prone to give you motion sickness
The mic's the murder weapon
Me myself's a cold defendant
Exotic voice box
Melodic tone disturb ya senses
In front of curbs and fences
Stash up a perfect sentence
Trigger with urgent stressors
Sellin' the herbal essences
Aasim, a verbal menace, ghetto or mechanic
Servin' to wear my annex
And my whole persona matches
That of a soldier, schizophrenic
The newest bandit
Spit in a ya food, a savage
In a mood to prove my madness
Dunny, the money is funny in my pockets now
I move in silence every
Promise microscopic now
I make the honeys smile
The profile is somethin' wow
I came for nothin' 'bout a mother gutter
What a style
Just a humble child hustle fo' the crumbs
I'm tryna run 'em down
Hopin' that the streets won't try
To gun 'em down
I walk a good mile, I wear a good shoe
I might just be wild, I might be brand new
I talk with such style
My voice is clear blue
My mic sound nice, I check ya one, two
And uh, one, two, and uh
If you feelin' like a gangsta, bust ya hammer
If you livin' a hustler, know the grammar
And if you struggle like I
Struggle, then up them matters, go
And the other guy, pays 'em
No ticky, no laundry
Let's go to Southside Queens right now
Grind Music, Wize G lakewood, come on
Uh, uh, senseless
School is never where I learned my lessons
Rooftoops with boomboxes where
My searches ended
Famous, I wanted ever since my
Mind could think it
Handcuffed in the back of
Impalas fo' public drinkin'
If Grind Music ain't discover me
I'd pro'ly be a alchi in recovery
Now I'm just a addict with a one to three
Contractor bring back the suckеr free
Game in a choke 'til the
Brokе niggas live comfortably
In the back of a dollar van
With the gats and a driver, man
Thinkin' 'bout my mama, I just
Need a couple dollars, man i'ma honest
And I try to be the hardest worker
Even though my pro'lems bigger
I just got a life preserver
Man the streets is cold
Every day it's three below
And in a week or so
I might just be with Keyshia Cole
My story is told, walkin' down glory's road
Grindin' forever you could tell
By my dirty toes
I walk a good mile, I wear a good shoe
I might just be wild, I might be brand new
I talk with such style
My voice is clear blue
My mic sound nice, I check ya one, two
And uh, one, two, and uh
If you feelin' like a gangsta, bust ya hammer
If you livin' a hustler, know the grammar
And if you struggle like I
Struggle, then up them matters, go
Vicious, I do my murder
Smooth like blowin' kisses
My flow is known fo' switchin'
Prone to give you motion sickness
The mic's the murder weapon
Me myself's a cold defendant
Exotic voice box
Melodic tone disturb ya senses
In front of curbs and fences
Stash up a perfect sentence
Trigger with urgent stressors
Sellin' the herbal essences
Aasim, a verbal menace, ghetto or mechanic
Servin' to wear my annex
And my whole persona matches
That of a soldier, schizophrenic
The newest bandit
Spit in a ya food, a savage
In a mood to prove my madness
Dunny, the money is funny in my pockets now
I move in silence every
Promise microscopic now
I make the honeys smile
The profile is somethin' wow
I came for nothin' 'bout a mother gutter
What a style
Just a humble child hustle fo' the crumbs
I'm tryna run 'em down
Hopin' that the streets won't try
To gun 'em down
I walk a good mile, I wear a good shoe
I might just be wild, I might be brand new
I talk with such style
My voice is clear blue
My mic sound nice, I check ya one, two
And uh, one, two, and uh
If you feelin' like a gangsta, bust ya hammer
If you livin' a hustler, know the grammar
And if you struggle like I
Struggle, then up them matters, go