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hunt's point - diesel lyrics

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i was gon hop on the beat on some singing sh*t
but i said f*ck i feel like just k!lling sh*t
i feel like cheif keef b*tch i’m drilling sh*t
b*tch im a brown boy but i’m with the sh*t

i keep a glock with a stick and a scope
stay on my block and i’m sipping corona
i’m from the bronx you know how i’m rolling
so shut the f*ck up let me tell you my story

made it out the hood b*tch i did it myself
no little b*tch i do not need yo help
member momma beat me with the belt
now i’m gon help my momma pay her rent

all y’all mothaf*ckas just be lacking respect
how the f*ck you just be blowing your checks
how the f*ck you just be paying for s*x and texting your
ex to take care of the kids

all you goofy ass b*tches some bums i came out the slums
where oppas had guns and shot for fun
where people would die from fighting and rum
and where people run yo pockets for ones

i member my neighborhood friend i was little they
k!lled em and threw him up inside the river
i saw how that really impacted his sister and
still to this day they ain’t find the k!ller
b*tch i remember when they broke into the house
they kicked down the door and it blew out the locks while
you mothaf*ckas ate bagels w lox
i was running for cover and praying for cops

they raided the bas*m*nt and snuck out the back
remember my neighbors were hooked on crack
member the tap water ran black
momma told me not to drink from that

remember back i was in elementary this
girl with a name who i shouldn’t mention
fast forward it up to high school 2 kids and a
3rd coming

met my boy glenn in the parking lot
we was homies lived on the block
i really hope he’s doing well now cuz his
whole squad done got caught

every friend i ever had in elementary all ended up inside a
penitentiary, or ended up inside a crack house, gang, or ended up in a morgue now

all i wanted was some more coins
momma said i shouldn’t smoke joints
member when i used to pray for the day that id make it out of hunts point
and i don’t have respect for you b*tches
cuz you had everything when you grew up
still managed to be a screw up
how the f*ck you go to an ivy league school and you drop out

mothaf*cka i’m about to pop out
lil b*tch i’m the cream of the crop now
little b*tch i make it to the top now
making it off of the block now f*ck all the opps now

really good at math so i’m counting it up
i calculate stuff then make a f*cking milli at lunch
b*tch we can’t discuss the revenue much cuz you mothaf*cks ain’t
working enough

mothaf*cka i’m the hunts point wizard bout to break my
boys outta rikers island just to pop your eyelid just for trying
fight me y’all can’t deny that i might just might have the might to f*ck all y’all mothaf*ckas up and stuff you in the back of a trunk of a haul truck

little ho better respect me no testing me i’ll take the testes and make a mothaf*cking sashimi like hibachi, mothaf*ckas they be fruity like kashi, they dont want no problems with me honestly
bring the heat, i’m a beast, (redacted) the beat, you mothaf*ckas really getting knocked to sleep

lil b*tch i’m like this close to moving my fam out the projects
first one in my hood make it big, yes
young diesel i’m a success
b*tches see me and they undress

- diesel lyrics

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