Drive By

I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where I made my first rack Where I lost my teens Where I decamped with it Where I lost machines Give me 2 9s of dirty and a box of clean Before the 48 laws I used to Rob for Greene I need a straight drop machine and more sub-machines I need 100 more mill for me plus the gs I need 50 more drivers, all these shots to beat All this snow you would've thought I was from Costa Rica I can bring it to your door like a box of pizza My white ting's nice but my browning's nicer I told her drop 2 bricks off at the Nisa That's 36 twice, these phones are on 36/5 All my soldiers know that early shift grind I told her put this in your p*m She must've thought I got a dirty, sick mind Cause I ain't tryna see induction for the 36th time I still drive past the yard where I lock machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where I made my first rack Where I lost my teens I still drive past the yard where I lock machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where the pussio feds try stop my dreams I still drive past the yard where I locked machines You'd say the blocks hot, and I'd probably agree My next door neighbour used to lock my keys I was in and out bait but that was common to me I never had a grand, when I was shotting at Steve's Spun me on the A3, I had to lodge my weed When they kicked my mum's door, I had to flush the grease I still landed on the wing, eating custard creams This ain't a sob story, I was watching my pennies I had bricks in the blender, getting boshed at Debbie's I just drove past the spot where we kicked his head in He was laying down leaking, like he pissed his bedding I was minding my business, cooking a pack I ain't tryna sound hot but I'm looking for straps I got lost out of town, I started looking for cats I told myself that I wouldn't be back I still drive past the yard where I locked machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where I made my first rack Where I lost my teens I still drive past the yard where I lock machines Still drive past the block and see lots of fiends I still drive past where I used to shot my fiends Where the pussio feds tried stop my dreams