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poza - rick hyde lyrics

[intro]
where the h*ll you think i got this money from? the bay?

[verse 1: rome streetz]
yo, check it
was really doin’ dirt, n*gga, your story got no validity (nah)
we aim to live regal off of illegal activity (uh*huh)
caught in a trap, mami said the commissary slips to me (love you, ma)
came home on the same bullsh*t, no diggity (yeah)
now the raps i spit got my wrists all glittery (bling)
n*ggas who fell off they sh*t watch me style in misery (ha*ha*ha)
n*ggas who was never on hopin’ they could sit with me (f*ck outta here)
old clientele still asking for a sixty piece
of the sh*t that’ll lock his jaw when he grip his t**th
my homie [?] was bored soon, i hope he get released (free my n*gga)
it’s funny how n*ggas who want the most get the least
this rap sh*t is my b*tch, her neck is in a leash
rza said protect ya neck, the tec is in the fleece (uh*huh)
first, it was drugs, now we investin’ in tech and cryptocurrency (what else?)
i want everything i came to get and some of your piece
young and dumb thinkin’ life is a sprint, i was runnin’ the streets
now i aim to put my fork deep in somethin’ to eat
new thousand dollar dior sneaks cover my feet
i feel better dripped in fly garments
i seen plenty bands sellin’ psychedelics out of my apartment
was metro card, now a n*gga foreign car*parkin’ (skrrt)
you lames talkin’ ’bout a game you played no part in (f*ck outta here)
you watch from the nosebleeds, i’m pointguard startin’ (it’s ricky)
all*star, got the vision like a army marksman, n*gga
[verse 2: rick hyde]
i still sell in a dyin’ market, i’m tryna up greats (yeah)
n*gga, i’m the future of upstate (facts)
i always knew i would touch cake, it was days i was up late
cuttin’ into n*ggas tryna touch base
i need money i can truncate
it’s mistakes i can none make, i’m clean like a one tape
i took losses n*ggas won’t take, but i won’t break
sh*t get heavier than trunk weight
twenty thousand off of one plate (uh)
it’s a shooter in the videos with ricky like guns play (brrrrt)
i saw work gettin’ sunbathed
the fiend hit it and that n*gga started meltin’ like a sun date (uh)
these rap n*ggas is nothin’ but cap, n*gga
as soon as i dap n*ggas i wanna just clap n*ggas, uh (blap)
it took the first eighty thousand my eyes open
i never saw this in ridin’ my baby mom focus (skrrt)
i was worried about the bills like bon jovi
“n*gga, go and be great” is what my mom told me
“n*gga, you gon’ be a legend”, what a fan told me
they don’t put you on top like anchovies (ha*ha)
a hundred decibels, that sh*t was just incredible (wow)
if it’s up there then it’s stuck there like a edible (uh)
you n*ggas be recitin’ all these lyrics that ain’t credible
they put me on repeat and they put me on a pedestal
n*gga

- rick hyde lyrics

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