Lyrics Tied In - Toure

(Gang shit, mob ties. Yeah we tied in
Gotta pull your mask down when you sliding
Gotta put on temp tags if you driving
You gotta make sure you can swim if you gon dive in
Lucky got fours and ain't stopping till we five in
These streets'll pull you in like quicksand, I wouldn't climb in
These streets'll wheel you in like quicksand, I wouldn't climb in
These streets'll pull you in, it's quicksand. You shouldn't climb in)

I got it cracking in my city just from me heating West up
From the hood, I know these 223s'll eat the vest up
I seen a bitch pull up to Warmore and make niggas press up
This shit like cards, I seen a queen of spades fuck the deck up

The war make you crumble, I seen niggas fold
Middle of the summer, I seen niggas froze
That winter like the Reaper, it take niggas souls
That nigga got skeletons in his closet like his wardrobe
He got time in, wanna reach his goals
Lord knows, might not get no flowers when I can smell 'em but imma get a rose
But standing ten toes, came a long way from sticking the arms out them windows
Them cars I been in those

Gang shit, mob ties. Yeah we tied in
Gotta pull your mask down when you sliding
Gotta put on temp tags if you driving
You gotta make sure you can swim if you gon dive in
Lucky got fours and ain't stopping till we five in
These streets'll pull you in like quicksand, I wouldn't climb in
These streets'll wheel you in like quicksand, I wouldn't climb in
These streets'll pull you in, it's quicksand. You shouldn't climb in

Niggas ain't hot as me, I don't know who compare
Who my peers, niggas peers
Niggas copy me. Don't know if you aware, niggas weird
The plan to run these millions up, move to Paris
I got family in the city I wish I could move 'em here
Came up through the years, collecting every watch like souvenirs
With a fake smile, I used to say I wouldn't do veneers
I'm working hard, hard like my brother, that's shit I cherish
Throwing 150 in the Brabus, that bitch lift it in the air

Them mob ties, I know them diamonds'll start making niggas stare
But lil' broski like a barber, he start cutting niggas' hair, he go all upstairs
Hoes all in my ears, telling me don't never forget about me through the years

Gang shit, mob ties. Yeah we tied in
Gotta pull your mask down when you sliding
Gotta put on temp tags if you driving
You gotta make sure you can swim if you gon dive in
Lucky got fours and ain't stopping till we five in
These streets'll pull you in like quicksand, I wouldn't climb in
These streets'll wheel you in like quicksand, I wouldn't climb in
These streets'll pull you in, it's quicksand. You shouldn't climb in