MGD - Everlasting Yay lyrics

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(feat. Lil' Pete, Pastor Troy)

[Verse 1: MGD]

Back on the block from the last time I came, last time I told ya

Now don't get caught trippin', trying to trap, and we don't know ya

Cause you gone get yo sack took and ran clean off the street

And I ain't gone even shot ya buster, I'm beating ya wit the heat

Work ??? a half just to start up

Bring me back the ten then break 'em all down to quarter's

Servin hustla's to servin J's, nickels and dimes

Cause them the hustla that put the meaning behind the word grind

So what's the hassle dawg, if ya feel me bust up a cap dawg

Nothing but love, for this muthafucking trap dawg

Playing a zone, straight get my serve on

Oh we git straight to it, so you can kill that you heard homes

Bringing back a triple like it ain't no thing

Cause y'all serving skimpy sacks to make the re-up change

That's right I stay in the lab, cooking this dope everyday

And keep y'all ass looking for that everlasting yay

[Hook: x4]

Yeah... (Everlasting yay)

[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]

I got the ? on the block of the bay

Looking at my watch in case these cops want to play

I'm waiting on Jay, baby what's the word

I got a million dollars down here floating on the curb

I got to smoke my herb, to keep me from nuttin' up

It's to hot on 9th, I got to take it to the cut

And I'm too cold to touch, and got a partner name Mike

Say what? Sell coke I almost made it out my night

But went to thinking twice, after the birdies got him

But they don't want buddy, they his buddy at the Simp

So I'm a call Kim, tell him put the package up

Something is bout to happen and it's gone to be corrupt

I made a couple bucks, but I'm making more now

Shit wanna flip the game, Pastor Troy a show you how

See I can make a vow, cause the grind was my dad

The more I think about it, the more it make me mad

[Hook: x4]

[Verse 3: Lil' Pete]

I started selling coke when I was sixteen

The hard butter crunked it up for them dope fiends

It's none other than the one they call Little Pete

Yeah ya know me, that small nigga from baller street

Pay what you owe me, slowly I came up

From dust to dawn buddy, now my folks ain't having fun

We out here grinding, diming, serving, dirty from hustling

But when I get clean like Cinderella it's a dream

That means never, its eighteen's or better

My dash is leather and I pack a Beretta

Whatever you wanna do we can do

Before you do, go find yo muthafucking crew

[Verse 4: MGD]

I'm blazing trees on the look out for my enemies

The dirty cheese and them broads that work on they knees

Better stay at home, better stay off the streets

Pastor Troy, Little Peter, and MGD

[Hook to end]