EST Gee - Love Is Blind lyrics

Phew, phew, phew
(FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, yeah

Come take a trip down memory
Lane with a gravedigger
A made nigga
Poppin' painkillers don't make
Me think different
I'm a drank sipper, I done slayed niggas
I done paid killers
Out the whip and out the window
Long as you get 'em
Ain't no difference
Shame is
The same niggas dissin' used to
Wan' hang with us
I ain't trippin', I been had a lot of opps
Even more pistols
Bougie freak say she don't wan'
Eat 'cause I ain't say
"No pickle"
Put her on the nigga, she get that lo'
We gon' for sure get him
Most get it
The small few of 'em that don't
Don't need no nose tissue
'Cause I'ma wipe it for him
He don't even know it
I'm so cold with it
She got sexy lips, when she eat dick
I call her soul stealer
(Mwah)
Cried, make her sad, said
"I'll be back when it's a whole river"
She give me a pass on how
I act because her old nigga
Broke and down bad, sittin' on his ass
Watchin' her go get it
Plus I used to serve her baby dad
You know I hit his bag
Bossed up, I bought all my whips with cash
It came with paper tags
Three kilos and one five hundred grams
All my Cubans dance
Every brick I grab, you ain't my mans
I come for four and a half
Run off on your stupid ass next time
If you don't lower the tab
Niggas ain't got money, got no swag
They can't make me crash
Let my brodie score, I threw the pass
He laid it off the glass
I done slimed his blood all on my grass
I hope you thinkin' fast
Four of Wock' inside a Big Blue pop
Make it look like the Jazz
Thought that shit was good, but it was trash
Get back to the lab
Bricklayer and I was made to last
And never come in last
Act like you wan' test me
You gon' pass and I ain't talkin' class
Know I got that Gretzky, don't even ask
Just come with the cash
I don't reminisce on what I had
'cause I'm still in my bag
Difference me and his is mine's Dior
And yours is made from trash
Nigga sent the gangsters' text, I laugh
You know that that's his ass
He survived from hidin' under the wheel
He ain't dump his iron
Know I climbed from out that pile of shit
I had to take my time
Step and put some niggas on a shelf
Who wanted to see me die
Video, he up a stupid roll, camera off
He lie
Gotta shine 'cause I ain't used to have
Nothin' and that's the reason why
Homicide, another mama cried
Son played with fifty-five
Riata Drive, whoever tryna collide
Know it's suicide
Love is blind, so is my left eye
So fuck the other side