Lyrics 40 Lower River - Redway

40 Lower River

Yo, my niggas been doing this shit since day one
I’m still here with my day one, all ya niggas just
Comin' around acting like we know you son?
We don’t know you my nigga
We been going through your hood taking your bitch
And bringing her back this shits like tic-tac-toe
I swear to god (He he he)
Talk to 'em
Steady kickin' doors I got my foot in (Yeah)
Back when niggas told me that I couldn’t (Remember that?)
I’ve been laughing from the penthouse
No PR, blogs on deck, how’d I get out?
Niggas who would diss me wanna get down
Me and Deez like now
Boulevard, yeah we signing all the breast now
You got a stamp from the best out
Hit a line, if you nose then you knows
Get a whiff cause you know that my niggas bouta blow
Who the fuck want what?, who the fuck want what?
Let her suck then cut, now the bitch gon' hold a grudge
Really new name gon' be Moses when I flood shit (wait)
Who would help me build better really loves swims
Deep in, I don’t when I float
I swear I’ll never choke, I’m a goat
Let me glow nigga
Like back in the day when I see mans
You weren’t even hailing mans tho
Are y- I’m not hailing you up with your fake handshake!
Freaking giving me a bottle I’m not drinking out your bottle!
I’m not chilling witchu smoking your blunt
Dawg I’m off of this man, I don’t fuck witchu
Straight (You a wasteman.)
I see these niggas and their pictures
From the club, every week, on the same shit
They live the life and got the ice, but pay for pussy
See to me that’s really lame shit
I’m in an Echo pullin' up and get the same bitch
You just to pull up in a Range sick
Like get my nigga, this here all is for the same bitch
I’ll be that same cheap nigga when the fame hits
I’ll let that money work for me and keep payment
I fuck my BM, that’s on some Kane shit
But now looking right at me and set to train it
Since then I value all the blessings when the pain hits
'Cause theres niggas who lost it all tryna make this
It’s well done when I’m knowing that the stakes stick
It was never about being street, nigga I’m concrete
Cement house on the beat
Living cracks when we speak like
We’re not even trying to do a ting no more
We’re not even trying, we’re doing the damn ting
That’s it