dis is a tune i made for my girl cuz she inspires me n she my angel my gift from god n i wanted 2 make dese words lass 4ever cuz dey r 'So True'
sick
grimey
dp
skillz
mo money
double profit
Story behind the song
i was on dis nexx cats soundclick i think his name is riggs, hes an ill mc well newayz his boys had a free beat on dere site n it was a freedownload so i hit it up n i recognized da sample n i was feelin da tune so i saved it n kept it. so now i finally recorded it, but as a song 2 my girl n i spit sum of da realest shit i ever recorded in it n i feel its one da deepest songs i made. n it was 3 verses i had hangin round 4 a while bout my girl so i put em 2gether. n it came 2gether beautiful, da first verse i wrote to dis beat tho.
Lyrics
So true, bein wid u, is a no brainer but a smart move, got no shame wen i deal wid u, Im real wid u, u can feel it 2, nvr wan feel its thru, I wan u 2 kno dis is so true, all da shit dat we go thru, even at its worse gul, u don kno how much u worth gul, I started tryin nvr 2 hurt gul, but we fight 2 make it work gul/ me n her 2gether puff on purple, n wen im wid my niggas she in da circle, been wid her 4 a minute n ain teach her 2 roll, DP u slackin, she keep me on track tho/ wan run away wid her no turning bak, its so fuckin good wen I hit from da bak/ u git me so vex dat I wan scrap, but id nvr do dat, I jus look at it n laff/
Da world miss him,
but he don miss da world wen his girl kiss him,
cuz if I spit real shit will da world lissen
no competition, I got no kinda wishes,
jus alotta prayers, all kinda haters,all kinda bitches,
but I wont b a playa, dey ain privileged,
dey ain vicious, dey do my dishes,
jus ask da misses, whos crib dis is,
is it a dream, or is it da green,
dat put shit in a perspective I ain neva seen,
betta things, in da path ahead,
but I cant help but wonder wuts after it/
are my thots accurate, I take my destiny don ask 4 it
mess wid me, u asked 4 it/
applied 4 it,git used like a tool n git fire real quik,im real sick,im real slick
so much in me, gotta let it out,
dp gon let u kno wut dis rly about,
word of mouf, str8 from me not wutchu herd bout
watch how I word it out, wen da word is out/
im fly, im wut dem birds abouts,
I ain turnd dem out, dey jus ain a virgin now/
N my style original, blunt twistin now
Ill write til da pen fall wid no kickin out/
N wen gul flippin out, we fite n work it out,no sweat
but I need a towel, cuz we sweatin like we workin out,
cuz we sexing cuz no kids around,
wen we all grown up I wont kid around, wont git around/
u stay like u say den ima hol it down,
older now, look how tight I hold her now/
treat her she hol a crown, cuz she shud 2
she da reason I knu wut a king shud do