Текст песни Blind Side - VonOff1700

(Long live Mook and Mike)
(You diss on them, you gon' lose your life)
(Don't say their name in vain and -) oh

When you knee-deep in the streets
Can't have your feelings in this shit (you can't)
I'm just thankin' God right now
'Cause I done finally went legit (I went legit)
Went on Twitter, opps tried to go post they block
I sent a blitz (Go get 'em, they out there)
Lil' buddy dropped a diss
The next day, got hit it up all in his shit (damn)

Can't shit stop me, I'm on demon time
Lil' bitch, look at my wrist
I hate that fluky shit
I almost lost my brother on a hit (what the fuck?)
Talkin' 'bout some yellow drank
Fuck out the face, I sold him piss (fuck him)
I'm gon' be asleep for like two days
'Cause I just poured an eight of Tris (damn)

Hit Rodeo with the gang
Spent 20,000 just on fits (Amiri jeans)
Chase him down until he hit the ground (come out)
And shoot until it click
Got them texts that I lost Mook and Mike (where you goin'?)
That shit had made me sick (to my stomach)
I be forgettin' that I'm famous
I'll kill a nigga quick

They tryna hit me from my blindside
That's why I keep a stick
He was tryna throw some bullets and got clapped
We called a pick (his dead ass)
Watch how you fuck the city up
You run up thinkin' I'm a lick (get down)
Go tell him, he don't come outside
Then we gon' kill that nigga bitch (kill his bitch)

I told Backend give me the Drac'
'Cause he act crazy with the switch (rrah, rrah)
Talkin' all that gangster shit
He must don't know we know he snitched (that he a -, he a fuckin' rat)
Walkin' in the booth and speakin' 'bout my life
What got me rich (shit get me paid)
Clappin' opps and bouncin' out on blocks (come out)
Boy, that's what got me lit (I got my name)

Seein' Shh face 'fore he died, boy
That's some shit I won't forget
He hit a cut, them bullets ate his back up
'Fore he jumped the fence (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, damn)
Let him punch me, then face his ass
And scream, "It's self defense" (he hit me first)
He got clapped up for some tint
Should've kept ridin' with no tint (dumbass)

I stand on business, boy
My mama mama mama don't pay rent (they don't)
I let my deep thoughts leave me up
'Cause I don't trust no one to vent (I don't, slatt)
His brother slid and he ain't make it back
I know he wish he went
He ain't gon' make it, pull the plug
That nigga life on one percent

I got a million on me cash right now
Posted in the trench
I had to get my buckets up
Got tired of sittin' on the bench (I'm a player)
All these numbers in my bank account
Don't make no fuckin' sense (d-double nine)
If we in a speed and cut the music off
Shit got intense (we gone)

We hit a nigga 20 times
He still alive, shit got me pissed (I'm mad as fuck)
My brothers fightin' B's
I'm prayin' all they cases get dismissed (they free)
Catch the right opp, I gotta let off shots
Put all this shit at risk (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
And if I die, take all my bread and J
And give that shit to Brick (to my brother)

And they say I sold my soul
All I did was bought some Ricks
And I just charge it to the game
I hate a bitch that think she slick (the fuck?)
And I hate to see my dogs fight
Bitch, I ain't Michael Vick (oh, hell no)
We got his lo' at 5:00, load up the rides
And killed his ass by 6:00 (blue eye)

Get in my face and watch me shoot this bitch like Melo on the Knicks
5.56s and .223s'll split his body like a twig (what the fuck?)
I've been chillin', how the fuck my name keep gettin' in the mix?
(Like what the fuck?)
I been hearin' this and that, think what you want
Get off my dick, nigga (Bitch)