Steady Rock

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[Intro: RMC Mike] Bitch [Verse 1: RMC Mike] I'm in the lab with the gang, pourin' eights up I'm sick and tired of all these niggas wearin' fake buffs I told Danny hit my line for a shape-up I'm my own boss, I ain't never took a pay cut Oh, you got a thousand grams of dog, nigga, say what? I got a hundred grams of hard I just made up We gon' take this shit OT and fuck the K up Or shoot this shit down to Tennessee for a layup I got some giffies on me too, I need eight hun' Lil' bro got 'bows for twenty-three like he Draymond And I got some hoes sellin' weave like it's Avon My young dog all about his green like Rajon Twenty-two hoes came with me, I feel like Tayshaun Prince, nigga, if you want my bitch, you gotta take mine Had KD step on this brick at least eight times We only sellin' twenty rocks or better, boy, I hate dimes [Verse 2: RLSG KD & GrindHard E] Married to the game, I ain't never wore a tux My fiend came to the spot with like eight bucks Last thirty minutes, we done smoked eight blunts Makin' love to this bitch, but it's really lust I got a play for eight hundred, so I'm in a rush I got a deuce of Hi-Tech in a small Crush And I got a pint of Hi-Tech that I put up C-Ball in the kitchen doin' a cook-up He said he got a sixty-inch, I told him pull up He don't know he gettin' a point-seven when he pull up My fiend got a six of Hi-Tech, I told him pull up I'ma punch him dead in his shit if it ain't none My fiend JB got a grass-cuttin' gig I told him cut the grass Friday, I don't think he did This nigga called me with some 'bows, but I don't think they his Told him if the price right, pull up at my crib
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Credits
- Writers
- RLSG KD
- RMC Mike
- GrindHard E