Poetic Justice

Lyrics

DJ Swift on the track
 He got seventeen in his nina
 Mook got the keys jumping
 Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina
 Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her
 Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa
 Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer
 Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin', they think they keepers
 Whoever thought the menace'd sell out a whole arena?
 I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
 Don't matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you, Selena
 Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal
 My father told me back in '01, it was Dickies and beepers
 I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal
 I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people
 I tried to tell the game to him, I guess he didn't believe it
 I swear to God I fuck with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret
 Spin on they block, empty out clips for my lil' nigga, I'll beat 'em
 Shout out them OGs, keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher
 Watch how that money make him
 Change, he left his team on the bleachers
 This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
 Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
 My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
 Told Joe let's take a trip to Cali just to see what bag's cheaper
 My youngin posted in the alley in all black, jeepers creepers
 Shout out to my lil' white bitch Alex, I get the coke from her people
 Got a lil' gutter bitch named Lisa, she gon' suck the whole team up
 And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams, not a Bimmer
 She a keeper, but I'm for damn sure gon' leave her
 I'm so sick, double cup, you know I'm lemon tea'd up
 For a brick, dope boys in the hood don't swipe no Visa
 Violence, I condone it, I just hope that you don't freeze up
 I come from the corner where you wanna keep the heat tucked
 Mike Amiri denim jeans, you know 'bout sixty G's stuffed
 Shout out the plug, blue Black Amigo, yeah, we love the re-up
 Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina
 Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her
 Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa
 Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer
 Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin', they think they keepers
 Whoever thought the menace'd sell out a whole arena?
 I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
 Don't matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you, Selena
 Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal
 My father told me back in '01, it was Dickies and beepers
 I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal
 I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people
 I tried to tell the game to him, I guess he didn't believe it
 I swear to God I fuck with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret
 Spin on they block, empty out clips for my lil' nigga, I'll beat 'em
 Shout out them OGs, keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher
 Watch how that money make him
 Change, he left his team on the bleachers
 This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
 Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
 My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:57
Key
1
Tempo
81 BPM

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