Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blue, artist - Ad. Album song Blue 89 EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Swish MGMT
Song language: English
Blue |
| Early morning off the Henny I remember the times |
| When I didn’t drink but now too much shit be all through my mind |
| And I ain’t pick up the mic yesterday, always wanted to rhyme |
| Writin' down lines while other niggas sellin' nickels and dimes |
| Hard to stay away from crime when you broke and your homies dyin' |
| So much cryin' you get immune to that shit and you question life |
| But a voice in my head just told me to keep it pushin' |
| Make all these niggas pay for the times that they overlooked me |
| Prayin' my account never hit 0 again |
| And I hate to see my granny go through chemo again |
| Made her a promise I’ma make it, them bills won’t be no trouble |
| Now they talkin' about a wheel, for reals man I’m like fuck it uh |
| Feel the clock tickin', hit a block listing |
| Niggas acting like they know me but really the plot thickens |
| My little girl was gettin' older gettin' smarter I just |
| Wanna give her the world, be the best father I can be |
| Seem like the more I move forward |
| My people take a couple steps back and that ain’t cool |
| How can I enjoy success when I’m seein' my momma stress |
| Lil brother facin' time, and I swear it got me depressed |
| Look |
| In a way I feel it’s my fault |
| Cause he goin' on the same shit that I taught |
| I could’ve been a better brother |
| Trippin' off these bitches man daddy never loved 'em uh |
| Feel like I’m gettin' cold-hearted |
| Break down the doors of hip-hop and bogart it |
| I done went from starvin' artist to one of the hardest barkin, now it’s |
| (Wait a minute, that ain’t how the Westcoast rock nigga!) |
| Niggas claim they bangin', broads throwin' up hand signs |
| Gamble with you life and bet it all on the past life |
| Keep it G, I must’ve been a loc in my past life |
| Niggas go against me on their head 'till they flatline |
| Streets call me Big Dog, Doc called me Blue Pit |
| Fuck a redbone on the hood need a blue bitch |
| Grab me some blue shoes, matchin' with my blue fit |
| Hottest two C’s, since Eazy I’m so ruthless |
| Only spittin' true shit, all life I’ve been slept on |
| Drop a couple tapes now these rappers wearing teflon |
| School of hard knocks lose your life if your test wrong |
| Hoes tryna get me knocked up like I’m Seth wrong |
| I mean Rogen, don’t quote it I’m just a poet |
| Under they nose and they frozen when I exposin' |
| These fake niggas almost history |
| You talkin' real you better mention me |
| No worry about enemies used to run with frienemies |
| Ridin' on my energy, claiming what they claim to be |
| Throwin' up the bad, all these niggas lookin' little league |
| L.A like the Dodgers I been wildin' off the Hennessy |
| Livin' life blind add a bitch to get it clearer |
| Only man I trust is the nigga in the mirror |
| Miles away from dreams now I see it gettin' nearer |
| Black girls always bitchin' started fucking with Shakira’s |
| Hatin' cause they fearin' nigga this is just the intro |
| Never snitched bro you shoulda been a cop 10−4 |
| Step into my circle, square bitches turnin' to nymphos |
| but I ain’t signed up for Flip Mo |
| Operation «Get Dough», haters turnin' groupies |
| Fuck designer clothes, Villans hoodie with the UZI’s |
| Used to have the Whoopis now I fuckin' with Karrueches |
| Sorry for the wait, I’m the blue version of Tunechi |
| R.I.P to Tookie, blue monster like Cookie |
| On my empire I need a girl like Cookie |
| Promoters overlooked me say ones askin' to book me |
| I’m a killa don’t push me if you thinking you gon' book me |
| Rappers turning backwards, lying on their Pro Tools |
| Have these niggas dirty, thirty and still local, look |
| Bet I be a legend when I check out |
| Fuck your favorite artist I’m the next out |
| Blue 89! |