J. Stalin - D-Boy Blues lyrics
[J. Stalin - D-Boy Blues lyrics]
No diploma, the corner was my high school
Born on the curb something
That the ghetto made
Jump off the coast selling dope
In the 7th grade
Where I'm from you wasn't shit
If you wasn't paid
I watched the cocaine spread like AIDS
Hustlers trying to survive the
Task force raids playing with AKs trying to
Get out the projects
Nigga get outa line they pop
Him like some latex
Practice counting money like a
Nigga practice safe sex
Ever since I was introduced to ice cream
Always kept a choppa, a connect
And a triple-beam
Pulling all nighters I never
Was into chasing dreams
Hit a nigga up like the
Did my little cousin Reem
Captain of the cream team
Grinding under the full moon
These niggas snitching that's why
They faker than cartoons
I put them in the air
Like a fucking helium balloon
The whips is new, the banger is used
Keep stacking on them I don't
Catch a D-boy blues
Keep dumping on they ass till
The clips is gone
Hold down my set nigga rep my home
Why the first of the month my
Favorite time of the year?
Sitting on the fiend porch till
The mail get here
I hustle hard, you bitch niggas pathetic
Mad cause I'm collecting ten-thousand
In credit sale
I'm just like Gregory I get it like my pappy
For years I wasn't happy growing
Up in the projects nigga my money used to be
Little like an insect
I turned into a Racist only
Cause I love this green
Graduated from digitals no more triple-beams
Those were the finer things
That came from Peruvian
If you don't like my lifestyle then
Fuck you nigga sue me then
You wanna fuck with the game
Then we'll chop you in
Go against the flame motherfucker
You will never win
RIP Baby Chains, RIP Lil' Twin
I'ma keep it stacking till I
See hopefully y'all again
Throw your asses back in as soon
As you get out the pen
The whips is new, the banger is used
Keep stacking on them I don't
Catch a D-boy blues
Keep dumping on they ass till
The clips is gone
Hold down my set nigga rep my home
I've seen em go
Selling grams to collecting cans
I just pray to God that he
Help me be a better man
Cause when it come to the
Game nigga I overstand
Only thing on my mind be them rubber bands
Learn how to cook grams
Coke taste like candy yams
Little nigga moving with a 30 dick
Told the man he could front the whole brick
If worse come to worse nigga
I ain't bringing back shit
This is for a broke bitch
Class is in session i could show you how to
Stack money in a depression
Live Wire Records ain't going
Through a recession
Counting my blessings before I
Hit the street tonight
Hoping I don't ever end up on a crack pipe
Stuck in the game nigga
Still selling all white
Cypress Village where I learned
The whips soft
And 10th Street niggas where I got it all off
The whips is new, the banger is used
Keep stacking on them I don't
Catch a D-boy blues
Keep dumping on they ass till
The clips is gone
Hold down my set nigga rep my home
Born on the curb something
That the ghetto made
Jump off the coast selling dope
In the 7th grade
Where I'm from you wasn't shit
If you wasn't paid
I watched the cocaine spread like AIDS
Hustlers trying to survive the
Task force raids playing with AKs trying to
Get out the projects
Nigga get outa line they pop
Him like some latex
Practice counting money like a
Nigga practice safe sex
Ever since I was introduced to ice cream
Always kept a choppa, a connect
And a triple-beam
Pulling all nighters I never
Was into chasing dreams
Hit a nigga up like the
Did my little cousin Reem
Captain of the cream team
Grinding under the full moon
These niggas snitching that's why
They faker than cartoons
I put them in the air
Like a fucking helium balloon
The whips is new, the banger is used
Keep stacking on them I don't
Catch a D-boy blues
Keep dumping on they ass till
The clips is gone
Hold down my set nigga rep my home
Why the first of the month my
Favorite time of the year?
Sitting on the fiend porch till
The mail get here
I hustle hard, you bitch niggas pathetic
Mad cause I'm collecting ten-thousand
In credit sale
I'm just like Gregory I get it like my pappy
For years I wasn't happy growing
Up in the projects nigga my money used to be
Little like an insect
I turned into a Racist only
Cause I love this green
Graduated from digitals no more triple-beams
Those were the finer things
That came from Peruvian
If you don't like my lifestyle then
Fuck you nigga sue me then
You wanna fuck with the game
Then we'll chop you in
Go against the flame motherfucker
You will never win
RIP Baby Chains, RIP Lil' Twin
I'ma keep it stacking till I
See hopefully y'all again
Throw your asses back in as soon
As you get out the pen
The whips is new, the banger is used
Keep stacking on them I don't
Catch a D-boy blues
Keep dumping on they ass till
The clips is gone
Hold down my set nigga rep my home
I've seen em go
Selling grams to collecting cans
I just pray to God that he
Help me be a better man
Cause when it come to the
Game nigga I overstand
Only thing on my mind be them rubber bands
Learn how to cook grams
Coke taste like candy yams
Little nigga moving with a 30 dick
Told the man he could front the whole brick
If worse come to worse nigga
I ain't bringing back shit
This is for a broke bitch
Class is in session i could show you how to
Stack money in a depression
Live Wire Records ain't going
Through a recession
Counting my blessings before I
Hit the street tonight
Hoping I don't ever end up on a crack pipe
Stuck in the game nigga
Still selling all white
Cypress Village where I learned
The whips soft
And 10th Street niggas where I got it all off
The whips is new, the banger is used
Keep stacking on them I don't
Catch a D-boy blues
Keep dumping on they ass till
The clips is gone
Hold down my set nigga rep my home