Rocky Diamonds - $ouled Out lyrics

DJ CAPCOM

Yea

Niggas feel like we in North right now man
Nigga, like I'll kill you niggas
Off right now nigga

I heard bands a make her i
Heard bands a make her dance


Uh, look dear mama your son is older
I handle it like a soldier
In this bitch 'til it's over
I couldn't be any closer
The dream is still alive as
Long as my brothers breathing
Rookie on the roster
I'm just trying to start my season
But who do I believe in?
The game is so misleadin'
Faithful is not an option when
Bitches is cool with cheatin'
I'm in this bitch like I'm fuckin'
Them niggas okay with leavin'
I told her to keep suckin', you
Can get back to the breathin', oh
In My Lifetime
I Swear I Got More Done When I Was Unsigned
The grind turned the industry to lunchtime
Tell me what you eatin' bro
Erryday I see exactly what I'm dreaming tho
Keep a dutch rolled up, keep a deuce po'd up
I don't need a fo
It don't take much for me to slow up
Young skinny nigga, do it big tho
Crazy cuz I ain't even the person I like fo
La familia stay turnin' the city up
Same niggas who rockin' be the ones
Who used to envy us but it's all love
You finally found yourself
I'm finally in the ring and
I finally got the belt
Feelin' like Floyd, nigga I'm on
It's like a muhfuckin iPhone to a Droid
(God damn)
Damn, and Lord knows that I'm the truth
You know
We communicate every time I'm in the booth
And I remember when I rockin' the Dino
Now I got fans of Diamond Life in Ohio
Keepin' shit G like I
Post with the Disciples
I could spit my whole album with
My right hand on The Bible

And that's the muhfuckin truth homie
We keep them shooters outside
Like Luke Longley
I grab a dollar whenever I feel lonely
Hakunah-Matata, got some monsters that'll
Kill for me
Time is money, bitches want my time
Fuck the bullshit, just respect the grind
Look i'm a youngin and I made it homie
Ho, I'm like a scale, got you waitin' on me

Hahaha

Yeea

Riding low with your ho
Blowing dro gettin' dough
You niggas know, oh
That's how it goes, bang bullet holes, damn
Funerals, no why'd he have to go, damn
Your mom keep cryin', damn
My niggas, not lyin', damn
Shells stay flyin', damn
Your whole side keep dyin'

This shit is not a war
We got guns, you niggas whores
Knockin' at you door with
Fourty-four four fours, damn

Get wild all you niggas whack
This shit is past rap i'm past facts, nigga