The Blind Side

[Intro]
(Stop flexing your muscles, JRDN)

[Verse 1: Sweet T]
I could lead you through the blind but I can't make you see
Right now I'm walking down a path that's only big enough for me
Fuck around with Sweet will have you feeling lost at sea
Boy, ain't shit sweet with me, I'll put you on a chain and tee
Drop a stack up with my plug, a hour later I was stacking
Shorty said I couldn't crack, a hour later I was smacking
Yeah, I'm ugly and I'm white but let me show you 'bout this macking
Double stack mag', boy, I ain't got no time for lacking
They keep saying I'm the best and as of late I do agree
They keep calling me the shit but I thought number one was pee
The hoes tried to hold me down but the boy remains free
I take a million years with no parole before I take a knee
White Widow in the 'Wood, you'd think I'm smoking on a tusk
I got a load in at dawn and had that bitch gone by dusk
Unc' put thе bird down and pick the X up, Mister Musk
I don't beef with corns, this chop'll knock you out your husk
I hop in the booth and gеt to talking like I'm Tay
Your girl gave me good brain but that pussy turned me spay
My fiend go yee for that skee but he don't bump no Sexyy Red
My opps been running for so long, all his shoes lost their tread
Baker man, baker man, you know I'm about my bread
Used to stretch my slices thin, now I make them bitches spread
Catch you playing with my loaf, I'll leave you hanging by a thread
No tear shed but for this rap shit, I sweat and bled
You fell off the roster, man, I wish I never knew ya
Talk down on the gang? We'll turn your hood into Fallujah
The hoes know every move I make, it's dedicated to the moolah
I told your girl I'm sliding through and she text back, "Hallelujah"

[Verse 2: DJ Lucas]
Hallelujah
I asked around your hood and no one knew ya
I really talk my talk, I hit the track, I be like boo-yah
Got the ins, I got them depths, I ain't even tryna fool ya
Got the custy paying double, said he's going to Missoula
I be flowing like a man down the river with a cooler
Guy was punk rock but he still showed me Slick Rick the Ruler
I'm a student of the art, I know so many homeschoolers
And I'm downtown smoking cigarettes just like the jeweler
Life's a movie so I always got a camera
And I be with Sweet T just like a lady from Atlanta
Every time they paint the picture, man, that shit be propaganada
I served a custy while they working, told me, "Meet on the Veranda"
Yeah, three-five in my [?] looks like a [?]
And though we got white hands just like a pap pap and a nana
They like, "DJ doing magic", I be talking out my manner
And they know me up from Mass' all the way down to [?]

[Outro: DJ Lucas]
Yeah, facts, man
They know me all the way down in [?]
It's DJ, man
I'm smoking on marijuana
Yeah
Talk my talk, let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk
Yeah, kling-kling-kling, DJ, DJ, DJ
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Yeah, DJ Lucas, man