Slim The Mobster - South Central Blues Ft. D. Brown lyrics

rate me

Yeah, the way I grew up … I be a fuck up

It’s 2 types of niggers the lickers and the suckers

Crack sellers weed puffer, this money can’t get enough of

But shit I got 6 kids and I can’t let one suffer

Streets got a nigger hard cold, it’s a motherfucker

Street …play a part, you can ask the old husslers

Cause they gang … may change earth for me

Too far in it, it won’t look right for nothing

Married to the game so you gotta love it

All the shit I accomplish, gotta stand for something

If a nigger don’t acknowledge it, he gotta be fronting

I owe you no apology so we gonna stay stunting

And I’m probably on vacation with a lot of weed

Blowing money fast like I just hit the lottery

Hussle ain’t know me, nigger that’s part of me

Born to be a hussler, what the fuck you though I’d be?

To all my husslers in the streets that don’t gotta be

To all the kids that wanna be what they see on tv

You don’t have to be on the block

We handle choice you got a lot, yeah

Don’t count bitch outta be that other me, that other me

Yeah, I … the…and how I grew up before the rap game came

Still I made a few bucks, true we’re from the same place

But we ain’t in the same space

So far ahead of y’all like we ain’t in the same race

Nothing taken for granted, just learn from my mistakes

My will too strong, my spirit something they can’t break

Niggers want my position, but some things you can’t take

Praying that… for the name sake so

Never could listen to what they say

Praying for my downfall if they had it they way

Let them see me fall off nigger,

But I’m too straight, niggers all they mad cause I’m everything you ain’t

New rims, new paint, … everything

You think, you balling about a couple bottles had a few drinks

Listen to it without you

Shout out to the haters, I’d like to tell y’all thanks

To all my husslers in the streets that don’t gotta be

To all the kids that wanna be what they see on tv

You don’t have to be on the block

We handle choice you got a lot, yeah

Don’t count bitch outta be that other me, that other me.