Devine

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Eh yo The moral of the story is We all can't be glorious Some of us still on our grind That's why I walk around with this Chrome Nine For whoever wanna cross this line [?] Sheek on the street and get [?] They know the [?] man's back, but niggas still don't wanna get down with the heat again You see me posted on the block See these bitches on my cock See me jumping out the drop Somebody light up I ain't fucking with you, homie You just smoke, you don't know me You reaching for my dutch, fuck [?] right up You can catch me [?] Crip half Blood [?] You can catch me in New York, on stage, on the block, or even [?] [?] my niggas in the cage It's something to do Acting a fool Packing the tool OK, nigga [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Me and my niggas on our New York shit Me and my niggas on our west coast shit Me and my niggas on our down south shit Yes Midwest, bay area Me and my niggas on our New York shit Me and my niggas on our west coast shit Me and my niggas on our down south shit Yes Midwest, bay area [Verse 2: J-Hood] When niggas see me in the streets, they be like "there go Double O again" He got the [?], he 'bout to let it go again Switching up his flow again Grinding for that dough again Your mans [?] trip, Imma put a hole in him Hands up, [?] let me see you niggas bang Hit a nigga in his head, make [?] his chain Homie, I'm the best at this shit On the throne with a black marker [?] up on this shit [?] ain't seen no bricks [?] city getting [?] [?] no dick [?] show them if it ain't no [?] My bud's the color of [?] lips when they gave [?] Been a long time coming, but my time is do Everything is crystal clear, but the shines is [?] [?] With so much weight in the trunk, if you don't chop it, it'll break the scale [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Me and my niggas on our New York shit Me and my niggas on our west coast shit Me and my niggas on our down south shit Yes Midwest, bay area Me and my niggas on our New York shit Me and my niggas on our west coast shit Me and my niggas on our down south shit Yes Midwest, bay area [Verse 3: Sheek Louch & J-Hood] Eh yo Me and my young boy (Hood) Remind me of myself in the early days Sorta like a young [?] Now I'm puffing in the fantom out in [?] Blue water, two bitches and a [?] Don't play it sweet, the heat is in the cooler [?] no [?] lunch meat You [?] you ain't fucking with me, dawg Eh yo, Hood, you ready? Yeah I'll get you [?] [Verse 4: J-Hood] [?] coastal G But I'm 'bout to bring the east coast back to where it posed to be D-Block, [?] in a ziplock We busting off them hammers like we don't give a fuck about hip-hop So who wanna get popped Just give me the word, and [?] when I hit his ass with this bird Leave his ass on the curb So you can pour that yack on him Imma make it drug related and leave some crack on him [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Me and my niggas on our New York shit Me and my niggas on our west coast shit Me and my niggas on our down south shit Yes Midwest, bay area Me and my niggas on our New York shit Me and my niggas on our west coast shit Me and my niggas on our down south shit Yes Midwest, bay area