Nobigdyl., Rockstar Jt, Torey D’Shaun, Joey Vantes - 36 lyrics

I grew up on that 36 (Yeah)
Old school chopping that top
Two 12s on max for when that beat hit  (Oh)
Felt like DMX
Ruff ridin' my city you know how we get it
(Yeah)
Tellin' my dawgs I'm putting them on
When I win you know we win (Win it)
Yeah, yeah, boy we on (We on)
I grew up on that 36 (Yeah)
Old school chopping that top
Two 12s on max for when that beat hit (Oh)
Felt like DMX
Ruff ridin' my city you know how we get it
(Yeah)
Tellin' my dawgs I'm putting them on
When I win you know we win (Win it)
Yeah, yeah, boy we on

Young Rockstar, yeah
I grew up on that Boosie
(Yeah) , set it off Rick Ross
I’m the boss neva'
Take a loss, get green gotta floss
Came up pay the cost, Fly high Randy Moss
Hold up, wait, and I’m back on go
Came in the game unpredictable flow
Covered in ice like I fell in the snow
I step in the spot everybody like woah
Yo, linked up with the misfit's (Yeah)
Worried bout me need a mind your business
Self made I don’t really need no witness
And I gotta really play my position
Uh, 'cause I’m up right now (Yeah)
I’m feeling like I can perform in the clouds
Everybody really wanna jock my style
I'm so high up and I won’t come down
(And I won't come down)
Uh, now you like my sound
Whatever I got I built up from the ground
You ain’t from the block this
Ain’t yo' side of town (Yeah)
I say what I want ain’t no shutting my mouth
I see it I want it I gotta go get it (Yeah)
Ain’t no turning back like
I’m tryna get fitted
Comparing to me boy you gotta be kidding
(Yeah! Yeah) your hands going up like
You catching the spirit

I grew up on that 36 (Yeah)
Old school chopping that top
Two 12s on max for when that beat hit (Oh)
Felt like DMX
Ruff ridin' my city you know how we get it
(Yeah)
Tellin' my dawgs I'm putting them on
When I win you know we win (Win it)
Yeah, yeah, boy we on (We on)

I grew up on that S-N
Double O-P D-O-DOUBLE G, Kanye, Kendrick
Ridin through the City, good kid, mAAd
City bumpin' in the 4-seater
East Side come visit
Grew up in a church hut, spiritual Cold Cut
Preacher could've helped me but he
Wasn't really sayin' much
Feet to the pavement
Lookin' for a fight though
Lookin' for the wrong word, trying
To find a typo, Uh
Got everybody thinkin' you a gangster
Real recognize cap
Until you really run into some gangsters
God have mercy on that
Thou shall not conform
Into the image of somebody that you ain't
I won't quit until I paint
The picture that if
You a heatseeker then you might just faint
You hear me?

I grew up on that 36 (Yeah)
Old school chopping that top
Two 12s on max for when that beat hit (Oh)
Felt like DMX
Ruff ridin' my city you know how we get it
(Yeah)
Tellin' my dawgs I'm putting them on
When I win you know we win (Win it)
Yeah, yeah, boy we on (We on)

Ever since I can remember I
Been poppin' my collar
They didn’t like me in the holler
'cause my skin look like T’Challa
Gettin' dollars with my partners
I was caught up in the profit
'Til the contact with the father
Through apostles and the prophets
Mama said I was a target
They would follow me at Target
Now I’m dropping knowledge to they
Sons and to they daughters
Any problem pop up you should
Probably play a possum
'Cause my God He say He got 'em
Just don’t look back down at Sodom (Don't)
Thinking bout the rhyme scheme like how
Long can Dyllie ride it
Prolly long as terms in office for
A Clinton or a Rodham
I don't prophesize for prophet I just
Call 'em how I see 'em (See 'em)
Was a Tennessee titan before
They bought the Colosseum dyllie

I grew up on that 36 (Yeah)
Old school chopping that top
Two 12s on max for when that beat hit (Oh)
Felt like DMX
Ruff ridin' my city you know how we get it
(Yeah)
Tellin' my dawgs I'm putting them on
When I win you know we win (Win it)
Yeah, yeah, boy we on (We on)