Mayalino - Street Religion lyrics
rate meI know the plug, I’m talking to the plug
Without the plug, nigga we starving
Cars getting repo, diamonds stop sparklin
These pity hoes leave us, and fuck the next boss man
No more feregamo, herman’s or gevanchi shit
No more coupe, no more chain or this rollie shit
No more friends, no more bottles in the club shit
Baby mama trippin, cause I ain’t giving her shit
I rather be inprisoned than this broke shit
2004 shit, big Joe snitching
Losie came home, 9 years different
Abel came home 10 years different
3 years in the fed, just went by
I came back to the plug and got on my grind
100 000 just drove by, them shady niggas hate me
Cause mayalino does shine
[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Yeah, these fakes rap a thousand grams
Shit, you gotta show me where your money at
Shit, show me where your jewelry at nigga
Nigga, show me where the cars at
Before the deal, these niggas didn’t have that
Before the deal, I promise they ain’t have that
I’m a million dollar nigga way before rap
Half of mill in 3 days man we sold crack
10 000 that you stole, you can have that
50 000 that you kept, you can have that
10 mil the feds kept, they can have that
Free my nigga pete grams, hundred million dollars man
Shit, I just wanna fuck and ball
Shit, I just wanna fuck and ball
Cause when the feds come, I loose it all
Cause when the feds come, I loose it all
[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Get money blow money, get money again, fuck it
My street religion comes from needs deep in sinnin
Winnin by any means, my malcolm x beginnings
Sellin dope start to finish, then we replenish
They told me I could be anything, I chose the chemist
They showed me I could be anything, I chose the menace
Old dog hair platted, trap house, air mattress
Mayalino threw an extra bricks now that’s a care package
What you know about dining with your jeweler
When the karats weight in ounces and it’s measured with the ruler
Ever flew your bitch out to the islands to try and scuba
And she can’t even swim, terry mugla tooth
...on the skin, hunned dollar pedicure
So she just dip em in, thousand dollar weave...
She don’t even bend, cause she don’t see the sense
This is living, this is pyrex vision
This is kitchen counter top, chop chop with precision, push!
[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin.
