Hard Toys
Vektroid feat. Siddiq
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Yeah, R.I.P. B.T.G.
Look, I'm from the North side, Baker's Home, Davidson Street
When I die, take my soul for the majors to keep
Niggas droppin' like flies on these Ace town streets
Crazy bein' 25 not layin' six feet deep
Keep yo' eyes wide open, niggas be on the creep
Don't you know how they get you when you go to the sto'?
Devil got him when he presented a mountain of gold
A bunch of coke, a couple watches, and unlimited hoes
When the temperature rise, where the hell you gon' go?
And when that pressure make diamonds, lotta niggas rhinestone
Niggas' third eye blind, coupled with a blindfold
And believe what niggas be tellin' 'em because it sound cold
The way we drinkin' this coke, some niggas still in the hood
Up to no good and won't leave like CJ, Ryder, and Smoke
I need residuals fo', I want that car in the crib
They tellin' me about religion, you can keep all that shit
'Cause in the end it's like this