Blue

[Intro]
Gang in this bitch, hey
(DB)

[Verse 1]
How you gon' hate another nigga tryna make it out the struggle
The streets don't make you real, to make it out, you gotta hustle
I wanna tell my lawyer, "Fuck 'em", but for real, I prolly need 'em
I'm tryna level up and if you not, then I don't need you, hey
Pulling off the lot was all cool until it hit me
Nigga, I could shed a tear 'cause I remember I couldn't get it
Riding stolen cars, now we tint it if it's rented
Now I push it to the limit, I don't care about the ticket 'cause I got it, nigga
The only thing I ever wanted was some profit, nigga
Now if I like it, I'ma cop it, used to switch the tag on it
Now my neck look like a faucet, bitch, I represent the gutter
When I rap, my life the topic, hey

[Chorus]
Shootouts, bullets flying past my head, that ain't shook me
I won't say a thing, I tell investigators, "Book me"
Bad ass jit, mama stayed giving whooping's
Yeah, I had hoop dreams, but I ain't have no time for hooping, hey
You don't know my struggle you don't know 'bout what it took
All the shit I seen, my nigga, I could write a book
Thirty racks on me, fucking bitches by the two's
I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues
I'll give yo' ass the blues
I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues
I'll give yo' ass the blues
I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues

[Verse 2]
I ain't made it where I wanna be
It's like the only niggas hate me really under me even if they in front in me
It's more in the life then just the city, nigga
These niggas died 'bout the block, but whole time they was a tenant, nigga
To make it out, it ain't just for any nigga
You need a drive and the passion, if you want, gotta get it, nigga
Hall of fame status, don't compare me to a rookie
The prince of Birmingham, so I can't let no nigga rook me, nigga
Hey, I can't let no nigga rook me
Shootouts, bullets flying by my head, nigga, I ain't let it shook me, nigga
Hey, don't play me like a rookie
Shootouts, bullets flying by my head, nigga, I ain't let it shook me

[Chorus]
Shootouts, bullets flying past my head, that ain't shook me
I won't say a thing, I tell investigators, "Book me"
Bad ass jit, mama stayed giving whooping's
Yeah, I had hoop dreams, but I ain't have no time for hooping, hey
You don't know my struggle you don't know 'bout what it took
All the shit I seen, my nigga, I could write a book
Thirty racks on me, fucking bitches by the two's
I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues
I'll give yo' ass the blues
I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues
I'll give yo' ass the blues
I ain't gotta have that pistol, I'll give yo' ass the blues, hey