Song
Refreshing
Max B, Stack Bundles, Mel Matrix
Jim Jones Presents M.O.B. (Members of Byrdgang), 2006, EnglishLyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
I was doing crime, barely gettin' by
And a nigga was always stressin'
We was doin' time, momma gettin' high
A nigga life is so depressin'
Now we in V rollin' overseas
And I hope these trees don't get us arrested
We gettin' right, livin' out our life
And the music is so refreshin'
I keep the millionaires feasting, the engineers beasting
Like, Biggavel' where the fuck you been?
I can serenade the streets in my plush new Benz
Spread your walls out, let me come through them
Momma, the boy gon' go cause he's 30
He look about 21 but he at least 30
Anything I want I can get when I need it
Chickens love slurping on my dick, come and beat it
Left home without that toasty, almost caught a slug
Go get your camera, come record a thug
Mom's came to cop and I sold her drugs
Coke in the cookie jar, fizzle up, something like soda does
Picture rap game without Biggavel'
You fucks couldn't make it
You hot bitch, come and get naked
Looking like he spent a couple bucks for his bracelet
Sizzurp in the Grand Cru, straight, never chase it
I was doing crime, barely gettin' by
And a nigga was always stressin'
We was doin' time, momma gettin' high
A nigga life is so depressin'
Now we in V rollin' overseas
And I hope these trees don't get us arrested
We gettin' right, livin' out our life
And the music is so refreshin'
I came a long way from posting in hallways
Smoking purple while they pushing that raw yay
Mommy beefin' 'bout my cuttin' cars
While I'm at my man's crib steady cuttin' up the hard
The D's already know my face
Cause since a young comrade I been caught my case
Back and forth to family court
And in that same court is where my family fought
Mommy screaming, "Don't snatch my son away"
But I'm thinking to myself they tryna snatch my guns away
Now I'm off to juvie hall
But I'm built for this shit so a nigga having a ball
I got potential in this motherfucker
Eat a nigga food and wreck his dental in this motherfucker
A nigga known for doing what he do
So when you mention my name niggas ain't have to say who
Mel Merce
I was doing crime, barely gettin' by
And a nigga was always stressin'
We was doin' time, momma gettin' high
A nigga life is so depressin'
Now we in V rollin' overseas
And I hope these trees don't get us arrested
We gettin' right, livin' out our life
And the music is so refreshin'
I ain't shit, my momma first one, poppa worst one
Had to walk a straight line, tried to go to work son
Had a little 9 to 5 but that shit ain't work long
Needed a shortcut, had to get my money long
A hustler was born, Raekwon was his first name
Always had a stock whenever that first came
Then the third came, then them birds came
Popped my cherry no longer a virgin
Wanted to be like pop with none of his faults
Go as hard as he did and never get caught
I was successful, ask about him
Pirouque niggas couldn't fill them apple bags without him
Never sold a rock in my life with these hands
See it's track records if they pull up they sleeves fam
The name bundles and not by coincidence
I had to trap for the stripes I'm getting in
I was doing crime, barely gettin' by
And a nigga was always stressin'
We was doin' time, momma gettin' high
A nigga life is so depressin'
Now we in V rollin' overseas
And I hope these trees don't get us arrested
We gettin' right, livin' out our life
And the music is so refreshin'
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