maine (rap) - on deck lyrics
[intro]
i asked my n-gga zoe what he think about this one
i ain’t even haitian tho i’m a dread
[verse 1]
we ain’t never been friends
we was never related
boy stop calling me kid
you not even a haitian
i be with them real n-ggas man you already know
who the f-ck this n-gga is, i ain’t seen him before
i be posted on the block, pack strapped on my gut
spliffs bigger than a b-tch smoke it down to the b-tt
all these n-ggas in my hood smoking flock, man f-ck
n-gga get your -ss from round here i ain’t serving you up
everyday bodies dropping when you turn on the news
hardest thing is to survive you can’t win nor lose
thats why i’m hungry all the time like i ain’t already ate
you ain’t never had to struggle you can never relate
i’m in the fast lane speeding, i ain’t sleep in 3 days
if he don’t grind he ain’t getting no pay
if you don’t mind get the f-ck out my way
these n-ggas ain’t real, these n-ggas ain’t your homies
[hook]
had to slow it down before you go catch a case
cause when a n-gga crosses it’s like a slap in the face
that’s why i do my thing i’m moving at my own pace
that’s why i roll this joint and smoke this purp to the face
cause n-ggas want money and they claim they own debt
but when it come down he ain’t getting no check
who the f-ck you is, i ain’t see you before
if you ain’t in my circle i suggest you better go
[verse 2]
when i wan’t to smoke i go grab a dutchy pack
break it down the middle then i fill it up with thrax
good green ganja like i got it from the pharma’
presidential blunts like i’m chilling with obama
come and turn up with a boss baby tell me what you drank
if i ain’t on the brown i’m probably on the easter pink
rummy or the henny i ain’t f-cking with the gin
and i don’t like chasers i just take it to the chin
real pimp sh-t and she know i do my thing
yeah i got a lot of hoes but this one here just gives me brain
i was riding in that caddy but i really want that range
but until then guess i gotta grind and not complain
[hook]
had to slow it down before you go catch a case
cause when a n-gga crosses it’s like a slap in the face
that’s why i do my thing i’m moving at my own pace
that’s why i roll this joint and smoke this purp to the face
cause n-ggas want money and they claim they own debt
but when it come down he ain’t getting no check
who the f-ck you is, i ain’t see you before
if you ain’t in my circle i suggest you better go
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