227, drug money
Drug zone
I sold dope all my life
With the deuces droppin', sixty-twos in pots
Gettin' to the profits
Solid to a liquid, liquid to a solid
What you know about it? I sold dope all my life
Yeah, yeah, now what's a hundred thousand?
I sold dope all my life
Here we go again (Yeah), niggas' hearts droppin'
To their feet, on the strip, I'm a hard-rocker (blocks)
From the D, blowin' gans, sippin' hard vodka
Selling weed, throwing my mag' in your broad locker (concrete)
Went on the street, going ham with them armed robbers (yeah)
Doing me, on the [crab?] with my dog, Papi (yeah)
Uncle Keith was the man with the false bottom (woah)
WD-40 cans full of narcotics
Fronted me a couple grams, then I start coppin' (on God)
From a three to a half when I saw a profit (yeah)
Put a G in my grandmother hall closet
Runnin' the streets with my fam', niggas caught bodies
Fucking with me and my mans, then I lost Swali (woah)
He never did shit to nobody but them boys shot him (my dawg)
We hold court in the street how we resolve problems
I practice what I preach, you niggas false prophets
Bold and cold, livin' like I don't know wrong from right
And despite, nig', I sold dope all my life
On the coldest of nights, rolling stoned on my bike
In my Nikes, nig', I sold dope all my life
Blow your nose, hit the pipe, poke a ho, take a flight
To new heights, nig', I sold dope all my life
Boldy on with the white, on my phone at the light
Make a right, nig', I sold dope all my life
Bold, stay on your grind
When you cut dimes, no eights or two-for-nines (no shorts)
For them nicks, tote tre tools or nines
With rubber grips, no safety on mines
What it is? 48219
Is my zip code, whole cake's two-one-five (drug zone)
For the big one, the four weigh one-twenty-five
Of that yeah-buddy, no shake, two-point-nine
For the spliff pop, you gon' pay one-point-five
Them zips go for eight and sometimes nine (yeah)
For the happy taffy, Bold will take four one time (at the next?)
The next time my phone ring, I'm gon' want five (bitch)
Them quarters two-fifty, for you, two-twenty-five
Them [?] one-fifty, for you, one-twenty-five
'Luminium foil in 'em sixteens for seventy-five (how I do it)
And I'm charging fifty for point seven, my guy
It's ConCreatures
Bold and cold, livin' like I don't know wrong from right
And despite, nig', I sold dope all my life
On the coldest of nights, rolling stoned on my bike
In my Nikes, nig', I sold dope all my life
Blow your nose, hit the pipe, poke a ho, take a flight
To new heights, nig', I sold dope all my life
Boldy on with the white, on my phone at the light
Make a right, nig', I sold dope all my life
Dawg, these niggas can't fuck with me like I can't have company
Comfortably, feet kicked up under the money tree
No more reggie seed, nickle, dimes, and quarters
We rollin' up them killer greens, Little Shop of Horrors
Concrete, Hell block Detroiter
Standin' over the kitchen sink with a hot pot of boiling water
Smokin' a Swisher Sweet, finna drop a quarter soft
For the deuce and a quarter but I can knock a quarter off
Went from a deuce and a quarter to a four and a half
And my deuce and a quarter with a 'bow and a half
Half the time drunk, pourin' up a cup of 'yak
On the run, flats, 'cause rollin' up a loud pack
If I ain't in the hood, tell me where the hood at
I'm on my block sellin' drugs, posted like a thumbtack
Tactical command, no takin' a stand
And ain't no weak links in my chain of command
It's ConCreatures
Bold and cold, livin' like I don't know wrong from right
And despite, nig', I sold dope all my life
With the deuces droppin', sixty-twos in pots
Gettin' to the profits
Solid to a liquid, liquid to a solid
What you know about it? I sold dope all my life
Yeah, yeah, now what's a hundred thousand?
I sold dope all my life
