Lyrics Lately - DoughBeezy

H town, where we stay down,
Don't play 'round, or you might get laid down
I'm from the city where the pigs split
Wigs and the kids bring guns to the playground
From south park cut to bay town,
Niggas on the clock tryna plot so jus' watch who you stay 'round
And keep a glock or a trey pound cause the same
Man to shake your hand gotta plan for a shake down

Leave you face down on the ground in the
Pavement, get your brain split by a nigga that you hang wit
In the same clique same homie you was raised wit will
Be the same nigga to make you wonder where ya change went
I'm from the city where ya gotta shine
Lowkey, and keep one eye open like Doughbee',
Cause the day you start stuntin' like a boss,
Niggas comin' in your house they won't even need a door key

OG all I smoke when I blow tree, ... taste like horse shit
I smoke good, and roll woods so good,
Swisher sweet's show should give a nigga an endorsement
I keep heat on the beat I torch it,
Every bar raw yea I leave the mic scorchin'
First degree dope,
All hoes get murdered every sin's gettin'
Sentenced like I'm sittin' on a court bench

Two cups wit a deuce and a fruit punch,
Leanin' so hard spilled juice on my new Justs
Called two sluts came thru smoked a few blunts,
Tried to fuck and left a nigga hangin' like the ku klux
So I kicked them hoes out wouldn't do much,
Hit the studio for two hours lay a few cuts
Hit the crib rolled another blunt called a new slut,
Sucked me till I screamed finish him and bust two nuts

Lately I been seein' so much hate when niggas hang around
Same ones in my face who say they love me wanna bring me down
Even my own momma gotta keep a gun for safety now

Back in this like a black menace,
Flow dope in the booth I'm a crack chemist
I'm sick and tired of you niggas who do bad business and
Your show promotin' so you don't wanna pay the last minute
Better have my cash or your ass getting handed
On a plate nigga, even when I'm outta state nigga
And super bowl and all star had the jackers in the
City sittin' pretty robbin' all them outta state niggas

Wait nigga where you from boy,
Been in the city since a young boy, now I'm old enough to burp you
Was in the streets past curfew,
Start sellin' got bread and then started spreadin' like bird flu
Same nigga you from work too,
Same nigga that'll murk you, so stay strapped that's the first rule
Don't get me wrong I like women,
But this one a'int a song bitches you don't wanna twerk to

This some shit real niggas write a
Verse to, and bitch I'm only on verse two
I been a beast since birth I'm a born king,
Momma said when I was born even the nurse knew
You got a problem that's some shit ya better work thru, and fuck ...
I'm never trickin' I'm too different when we sippin' nigga,
It's stiffer than a pair of steel toe work boots cause I'm too...