[Hook - 2x]In the season of droughtThe music, still let us flossCause we done cleaned the houseAnd now we legally ball[Double D]Now I'ma make it known, that it's about to be onThis Wreckshop representer, I'm mashing on the mic and I'm goneI'm isolated for eight weeks, high making beatsUnderground and all over town, we heard in the streetsBleeding the block feeding the flock, the whole nineI'm weeding glock hit to my side, at all timesThanking God for mine, that's the way I prevailAnd this nigga wanted to shine, so I had to make mailTo get the house and the 600, them hoes funnyTalking down when a nigga done it, that's how I run itMaking moves with D-Reck, so niggaz don't like itBut niggaz gotta respect that, my whole placeProtected wih AK's and rugers, a whole gang of shootersWith high tech computers, so when it's time to do youMy adversaries, getting carried awayThat's on the real nigga chill, cause we don't play[Hook - 2x][D-Reck]It started off a dream, on a triple beamPlotting on a scheme, to rock this music sceneDre dropped the Chronic, and everybody get bluntedNow I'm moving weed with Eaz', everybody was on itNo more crawling to balling, at a rapid paceNo more stalling to falling, I'm stuffing my safeRelocated pent houses, I reside high riseWent to the BMW dealership, I made foggy eyesHow lucky could I be, to meet P-A-TReunite with Double D, and that nigga Noke DAnd that boy E.S.G., and that D-GottiWe the Wreckshop family, making ghetto historyNow it's on it's on, we the head of the throneWreckshop in that ass, like a g-string thongIf you hating on this, you can suck my dickD-Reck been balling nigga, way before this music shit that's real[Hook - 2x][D-Gotti]I still remember on the block watching cops, moving rocksChasing dreams but it seems, I was ending up lockedIn a cell, fiending for that funny fast mailI got a story to tell, I've been living in hellSelling for less, when I always wanted the bestWas it worth the chances I took, and the situations addressedGod bless my soul, I walked a mile on glassBare footed filled with pain, but I got down and mashedPaid bills for my mama, even though I placed dramaSo sick with Pops, I could damn near vomitStanding still like a zombie, but my angels was watchingNow I step in Gucci insides, and I'm microphone rockingFive thousand lyrical tossing, from the show last nightEating teriyaki with a oriental, on a private flightWe gon ball despite, or the game with same changeI hear voices in my head, and they constantly saying[Hook - 4x]
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