Rx Papi - Dirty Eastside Son Of A Gun
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Don't mind the syringes on the floor
Two by fours on the door
That's how every house I live in gotta come
My momma told me be careful
I told momma I gotta gun
I had problems with some niggas up the street and got 'em wacked
I told 'em stop me when I'm lying but they didn't cause I ain't cap
I got wax bags for you
I'm fresh as shit at the blender
He build that money if he want, we'll stretch the shit out a nigga
My momma say I'm like my dad
I think I'm more like my brother
I don't care who you compare me to
Just don't compare me to a sucker
I sold dope as a teen
Leftover coke in my jeans
We left smoke on the scene
We went to war for what we believe
Niggas dying over corners
Niggas dying over names
I'll pull that iron out my drawers and knock a nigga out the frame
Nigga I'm the motherfucker smack man
Thought I was out they pulled me back in
They used to call me Fleechy back then
I really ran around with a MAC 10
Got my brother in the feds
That shit be fucking up my head
Look to my right like you the one that's supposed to help me count the bread
I wake my daughter out the sleep
I plant kisses on her cheek
Two by fours on the door
That's how every house I live in gotta come
My momma told me be careful
I told momma I gotta gun
I had problems with some niggas up the street and got 'em wacked
I told 'em stop me when I'm lying but they didn't cause I ain't cap
I got wax bags for you
I'm fresh as shit at the blender
He build that money if he want, we'll stretch the shit out a nigga
My momma say I'm like my dad
I think I'm more like my brother
I don't care who you compare me to
Just don't compare me to a sucker
I sold dope as a teen
Leftover coke in my jeans
We left smoke on the scene
We went to war for what we believe
Niggas dying over corners
Niggas dying over names
I'll pull that iron out my drawers and knock a nigga out the frame
Nigga I'm the motherfucker smack man
Thought I was out they pulled me back in
They used to call me Fleechy back then
I really ran around with a MAC 10
Got my brother in the feds
That shit be fucking up my head
Look to my right like you the one that's supposed to help me count the bread
I wake my daughter out the sleep
I plant kisses on her cheek