Devine
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Eh yo
The moral of the story is
We all can't be glorious
Some of us still on our grind
That's why I walk around with this Chrome Nine
For whoever wanna cross this line
[?] Sheek on the street and get [?]
They know the [?] man's back, but niggas still don't wanna get down with the heat again
You see me posted on the block
See these bitches on my cock
See me jumping out the drop
Somebody light up
I ain't fucking with you, homie
You just smoke, you don't know me
You reaching for my dutch, fuck [?] right up
You can catch me [?]
Crip half Blood [?]
You can catch me in New York, on stage, on the block, or even [?]
[?] my niggas in the cage
It's something to do
Acting a fool
Packing the tool
OK, nigga
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Me and my niggas on our New York shit
Me and my niggas on our west coast shit
Me and my niggas on our down south shit
Yes
Midwest, bay area
Me and my niggas on our New York shit
Me and my niggas on our west coast shit
Me and my niggas on our down south shit
Yes
Midwest, bay area
[Verse 2: J-Hood]
When niggas see me in the streets, they be like "there go Double O again"
He got the [?], he 'bout to let it go again
Switching up his flow again
Grinding for that dough again
Your mans [?] trip, Imma put a hole in him
Hands up, [?] let me see you niggas bang
Hit a nigga in his head, make [?] his chain
Homie, I'm the best at this shit
On the throne with a black marker [?] up on this shit
[?] ain't seen no bricks
[?] city getting [?]
[?] no dick
[?] show them if it ain't no [?]
My bud's the color of [?] lips when they gave [?]
Been a long time coming, but my time is do
Everything is crystal clear, but the shines is [?]
[?]
With so much weight in the trunk, if you don't chop it, it'll break the scale
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Me and my niggas on our New York shit
Me and my niggas on our west coast shit
Me and my niggas on our down south shit
Yes
Midwest, bay area
Me and my niggas on our New York shit
Me and my niggas on our west coast shit
Me and my niggas on our down south shit
Yes
Midwest, bay area
[Verse 3: Sheek Louch & J-Hood]
Eh yo
Me and my young boy (Hood)
Remind me of myself in the early days
Sorta like a young [?]
Now I'm puffing in the fantom out in [?]
Blue water, two bitches and a [?]
Don't play it sweet, the heat is in the cooler [?] no [?] lunch meat
You [?] you ain't fucking with me, dawg
Eh yo, Hood, you ready?
Yeah
I'll get you [?]
[Verse 4: J-Hood]
[?] coastal G
But I'm 'bout to bring the east coast back to where it posed to be
D-Block, [?] in a ziplock
We busting off them hammers like we don't give a fuck about hip-hop
So who wanna get popped
Just give me the word, and [?] when I hit his ass with this bird
Leave his ass on the curb
So you can pour that yack on him
Imma make it drug related and leave some crack on him
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Me and my niggas on our New York shit
Me and my niggas on our west coast shit
Me and my niggas on our down south shit
Yes
Midwest, bay area
Me and my niggas on our New York shit
Me and my niggas on our west coast shit
Me and my niggas on our down south shit
Yes
Midwest, bay area