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cassius jay - poster lyrics

[intro: c-ssius jay]
that boy c-ssius
yeah
yeah
sinatra
yeah
i’m ’bout to take you guys on the, on the ride
some real east side zone 6 type sh-t
you dig?
it’s only right i do this for my city, my hood
that boy c-ssius
huh, let’s go

[chorus: trouble]
we hung on that block like posters
mention, you get posted
i got smoke, you tryna get noticed
these ain’t jewels, lil’ b-tch, these chokers
’bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah
bust pies wide open, yeah
you tough guys get folded
if them nuts mine, you holdin’
we hung on that block like posters
mention, you get posted
i got smoke, you tryna get noticed
these ain’t jewels, lil’ b-tch, these chokers
’bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah
bust pies wide open, yeah
you tough guys get folded
if them nuts mine, you holdin’

[verse 1: trouble]
i took the long route, steppin’ outside of my mom’s house
key to my own now, gotta go get it my own now
i flip a zone now, i’m on the block flippin’ zones now
or hit this lil’ bitty chrome, people keep telling me tone down
too many haters, f-ck a n-gg-, you talkin’ ’bout guns down
i’m d-mn near tweaking on any b-tch that ever come ’round
feel like i can hit like any b-tch that ever come ’round
(ooh, body found)
any n-gg-, i have a hundred down
(please don’t get it confused)
these rap n-gg-s all hoes
you wasn’t robbin’ like me, dawg, went on them give and gos
n-gg-s wasn’t creepin’ on your set, you wet him or get wet
and it wasn’t never ’bout a b-tch, always the check

[verse 2: veli sosa]
i’m the type of n-gg-, throw five thousand on the day shift
you the type of n-gg- say and do some f-ckin’ ho sh-t
so keep your distance, pimpin’, my n-gg-s’ll clear your set
i think some n-gg-s still movin’ so we gon’ double back
and when it comes to this trap sh-t, i got it on lock
i got some old -ss money but got a new glock
i’m posted up, me and skoob, with a couple of snacks
my n-gg- ab just back doored a n-gg- for thirty racks
i’m ’bout my cash, swear to god, like i’m c-ssius jay (that boy c-ssius)
and still to this day i got my old throwaways
and when it’s beef, my n-gg-, you know sosa headfirst (that boy c-ssius)
his picture on a shirt, his body in a he-rs-

[verse 3: alley boy]
we bust shots and we spin blocks
toppin’ n-gg-s, no leg shots
this fire come with these red dots
body cold but this lead hot
make some down when i earn stripes
we was robbin’ like every night
sk, no lead pipes
strip a n-gg- for a pair of nikes
i’m coming out of the slum for real
hutchinson street and tribley hill
800 block, we chasing a mil’
trappin’ for real, don’t need a deal
i put like thirty bands on that
ice on my chains like half of that
balenciagas, a rack for that
my t-shirt run about half of that
back door on these hoes, f-ck ’em
but i ain’t doin’ no handcuffing
loving hoes that we been f-cking
trusting hoes that we been f-cking
i’m on the back street, posted up
the trappers and robbers, they armored up
you on the internet talkin’ tough
chopper gon’ flame your -ss to death (that boy c-ssius)

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