Blue

Lyrics

[Intro] Gang in this bitch, hey (DB) [Verse 1] How you gon' hate another nigga tryna make it out the struggle The streets don't make you real, to make it out, you gotta hustle I wanna tell my lawyer, "Fuck 'em", but for real, I prolly need 'em I'm tryna level up and if you not, then I don't need you, hey Pulling off the lot was all cool until it hit me Nigga, I could shed a tear 'cause I remember I couldn't get it Riding stolen cars, now we tint it if it's rented Now I push it to the limit, I don't care about the ticket 'cause I got it, nigga The only thing I ever wanted was some profit, nigga Now if I like it, I'ma cop it, used to switch the tag on it Now my neck look like a faucet, bitch, I represent the gutter When I rap, my life the topic, hey [Chorus] Shootouts, bullets flying past my head, that ain't shook me I won't say a thing, I tell investigators, "Book me" Bad ass jit, mama stayed giving whooping's Yeah, I had hoop dreams, but I ain't have no time for hooping, hey You don't know my struggle you don't know 'bout what it took All the shit I seen, my nigga, I could write a book Thirty racks on me, fucking bitches by the two's I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues I'll give yo' ass the blues I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues I'll give yo' ass the blues I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues [Verse 2] I ain't made it where I wanna be It's like the only niggas hate me really under me even if they in front in me It's more in the life then just the city, nigga These niggas died 'bout the block, but whole time they was a tenant, nigga To make it out, it ain't just for any nigga You need a drive and the passion, if you want, gotta get it, nigga Hall of fame status, don't compare me to a rookie The prince of Birmingham, so I can't let no nigga rook me, nigga Hey, I can't let no nigga rook me Shootouts, bullets flying by my head, nigga, I ain't let it shook me, nigga Hey, don't play me like a rookie Shootouts, bullets flying by my head, nigga, I ain't let it shook me [Chorus] Shootouts, bullets flying past my head, that ain't shook me I won't say a thing, I tell investigators, "Book me" Bad ass jit, mama stayed giving whooping's Yeah, I had hoop dreams, but I ain't have no time for hooping, hey You don't know my struggle you don't know 'bout what it took All the shit I seen, my nigga, I could write a book Thirty racks on me, fucking bitches by the two's I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues I'll give yo' ass the blues I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues I'll give yo' ass the blues I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues, hey