Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirt, artist - Marlo. Album song 9th Ward God, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Dirt |
I remember my dick was in the dirt |
Man I could’ve took that niggas trap |
Them niggas didn’t wanna see me with a bag |
Now I got sacks, you niggas mad |
I’ll get that work and go berserk |
And I ain’t need the school or the teachers |
I was on the block with the beeper |
Put my trust in my people who believe me |
Ain’t no bosses in my circle, man we equal |
And we all strapped up, nigga, believe it |
.223 knock down them trees |
Have you covered in some leaves, don’t beef with me |
In the 9th Ward, nigga, they play for keeps |
I remember going out sad, I was in my bag |
I lost like half a million on some gas, 12 was on my ass like damn |
I’m thinkin' how I’ma get this nigga out this jam |
I know I’ma keep it real silent 'cause I’m a player |
I’m never going bad by a bitch, I’m taking penitentiary chances |
I’m doing this shit to feed my family |
I know she gon' fuck another nigga once her nigga get to the slammer |
And all a nigga ask a nigga is that you don’t smash a nigga, man |
I be like, damn, why you do that, you shouldn’t’ve even though about it |
I know that we were having problems we could’ve talked it out |
You see a nigga come from nothin', I gotta ask you out |
Now a nigga the man in my city and town |
I remember my dick was in the dirt |
Man I could’ve took that niggas trap |
Them niggas didn’t wanna see me with a bag |
Now I got sacks, you niggas mad |
I’ll get that work and go berserk |
And I ain’t need the school or the teachers |
I was on the block with the beeper |
Put my trust in my people who believe me |
Ain’t no bosses in my circle, man we equal |
And we all strapped up, nigga, believe it |
.223 knock down them trees |
Have you covered in some leaves, don’t beef with me |
In the 9th Ward, nigga, they play for keeps |
Now a nigga got their dick up out the dirt |
I had to put my man on, 'cause I’m workin' |
Nigga on us, 'til we chirpin' |
When you get a thousand pounds we call that workin' |
And I give nigga a hundred then I birthed him, yeah |
I know you gonna cross a nigga out |
He know I feel some type of way |
Because this nigga will run his mouth |
I tell him stick straight to the code |
Nigga, don’t bend and never fold |
Nigga that snitching will get you rolled |
I stayed solid, I never told |
I know that jealousy and envy played a part |
In your heart from the start |
I was real with these niggas from the start |
Know you don’t wanna see me make it |
'Cause you told a couple niggas that you’ll take it |
And I’ll blow your damn brains just for thinkin', yeah |
I remember my dick was in the dirt |
Man I could’ve took that niggas trap |
Them niggas didn’t wanna see me with a bag |
Now I got sacks, you niggas mad |
I’ll get that work and go berserk |
And I ain’t need the school or the teachers |
I was on the block with the beeper |
Put my trust in my people who believe me |
Ain’t no bosses in my circle, man we equal |
And we all strapped up, nigga, believe it |
.223 knock down them trees |
Have you covered in some leaves, don’t beef with me |
In the 9th Ward, nigga, they play for keeps |