Fiend - Blue, White, Red lyrics

rate me

This is the trip to london

Backstreets or roads, drinks kinda cloudy, jones

Yep, yeah, international, ah, jjj jones

Just, let’s go

I just wanna connect with y’all, you know

Tell you a little about the place where I’m from

International

Once a little boy cried wolf, no one would listen

Stranger things done happen for a piece of attention

Laid under that house for days, trigger itching

On his mind, sense something wrong with your audition

Moun matter, no cough until bug got 9 hammers

If money the root of evil, then god damn is

Figure of speech, let a ninja speak,

From a street, you don’t hustle, you might not eat for weeks

Stackin like samuel jamil when you first rolled in

It’s only 1 dice but it’s 2 that I’m holdin

30 to 1 odd just save in the casion

25 large then wiping all your people

Walk a fine line, stay on point like a porcupine

Homies getting the pill, they didn’t import to shine

Just the america I was given,

Pick the corner, make lemonade out of lemons

[Hook]

Wassup brother man, wassup, wassup, wassup

I see you out here hustling, hustle, hustle

You know, you know, you know

It’s the blue, it’s the white, it’s the red

For some little money they will lay you dead

Will it change, will it change, will it change

It’s the game, it’s the game, it’s the game

Name change to protect the innocent

This water got no limits gets

This for those that got senses

World wide membership, first time you ever summer pimmership

Same old, same old street relentlesness

Thousand dollar tennis, smashing arm with bitches with no limits

That’s a lot of glare coming out that gold pendant

No pinchin for street players that’s post pitchin

My weed happen was so close to sniffin

The passion get you killed in a second with only seconds

Needed to get it out, on begin the mean the rever

Princibalities, in every hood make casualties

Block dry you’re back to smoke in that bag of tea

Trust little if any, if you agree

I only fuck with a few, but that’s just me

Just the america I was given,

Pick the corner, make lemonade out of lemons

[Hook]

Wassup brother man, wassup, wassup, wassup

I see you out here hustling, hustle, hustle

You know, you know, you know

It’s the blue, it’s the white, it’s the red

For some little money they will lay you dead

Will it change, will it change, will it change

It’s the game, it’s the game, it’s the game.