Linwood Ave

Lyrics

[Intro] (MIA JAY C) (I hear you, JAY C) [Verse 1] Ayy, I'm gettin' rich, what the fuck I look like trippin' 'bout a bitch? I was fucked up, these niggas left me hangin' like my dick Same bitch that hoed me in high school just let me hit Where was niggas at when you ain't have enough to pay the rent? It was easy sellin' guns, bro 'nem was takin' hits I ain't never met E-40, I been tryna be legit Bro want me to be a Blood, cuz want me to be a Crip Thirty-two shots out the clip, mask on, let it rip It don't surprise me when these street niggas play it like a simp It'll be the hoest niggas that'll kill you 'bout a bitch Free the guy, ain't gon' lie, I'm sick my baby had to sit Let a nigga play it crazy like I won't send a blitz Hold up, let me load up, pop him like a zit Boy, my mama raised a pit All the bitches I be with be exotic as it get I'm always prepared to murder, I live in the Murder Mitt Slide on 'em in a striker, same night, burn that bitch (Huh?) [Chorus] A lot of shit goin' on in my city I keep killers and cold bitches with me Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly They know I always be gone, I be busy A lot of shit goin' on in my city I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me I played AP, now I want me a Richy (Huh?) A lot of shit goin' on in my city I keep killers and cold bitches with me Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly They know I always be gone, I be busy A lot of shit goin' on in my city I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me Played AP, now I want me a Richy [Verse 2] Rich nigga, still'll split the money up like nine ways Every time a nigga play me, I look at him sideways I make money in my sleep, still been up for five days Tell that nigga check my pockets if he don't think crime pays Half these niggas don't belong in the streets, but times change Don't nobody really wanna work a job nowadays I ain't never goin' back broke, I got my mind made Catch a nigga at the green light like I'm Rod Wave Couldn't get the devil off my back, then God came I ain't numb, but I ain't really takin' nothin' for my pain Everything on my wrist bust, no they not plain She say she can tell I paid twenty-plus for my chain My swipe nigga say he wanna pay his tab in blockchain 2022, ain't droppin' music if it's not flame She want me to take her to LA like LeBron James Brodie sendin' shots from the Trailblazer, but he not Dame (Huh?) [Chorus] A lot of shit goin' on in my city I keep killers and cold bitches with me Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly They know I always be gone, I be busy A lot of shit goin' on in my city I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me We gon' get a nigga gone if he hit me A lot of shit goin' on in my city I keep killers and cold bitches with me Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly They know I always be gone, I be busy A lot of shit goin' on in my city I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me We gon' get a nigga gone if he hit me