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Dirty MidWest
Ric-A-Che'
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From the feel of the rain, and the hurt and the pain
The streets are screamin' and cryin'
Can't get away, are we made to bring this sense of the hate?
So I continue the ballin'
I know what I've been told that sticks and stones may break your bones
Most of my friends they gone but I remain with the strong
With two heaters in the vest in the wicked Midwest
Well I get money actin' funny with these dummies niggas want me
Niggas pay me not to lay me just to flaunt me
That's the way it goes I'm bossy clothes very costly
Niggas eat me awfully good
Layin' on the leather, feet propped on the wood
Gettin' lickin' chicken, niggas wishin' they could
Flippin' the script and dippin' on a wish he could
Ready to ride, I'll be the Bonnie you be the Clyde
If a nigga gotta die, he gotta die
From the start to the end, do or die
From the feel of the rain, and the hurt and the pain
The streets are screamin' and cryin' (Livin' like D-I-M)
Can't get away, are we made to bring this sense of the hate?
So I continue the ballin' (Livin' like D-I-M)
I know what I've been told that sticks and stones may break your bones
Most of my friends they gone but I remain with the strong
With two heaters in the vest in the wicked Midwest
Hustler 'til I die, it's in my veins
I got nothin' to lose, I'm on the loose
Nothin' better to do but get money and talk shit
Put dick to these bitches ridin' on 20 inch rims and gettin' chips
Spend money regardless if the weather's rainy or sunny
And show love and appreciation to those who love me
Used to couldn't afford a dirt bike
Now we ride thang thang, bubble dive
With halogen lights in the fast lane
Went from sugar to shits and sellin' and slangin' shit in the hood
Pushin' uncontrolled substances
Gettin' money, whippin' them whips
Bonnie and Clyde on that get money shit, me and my bitch
(I ain't yo' motherfuckin' bitch)
But I know you feel me (Yeah)
Trapped in this game until it kill me
From the feel of the rain, and the hurt and the pain
The streets are screamin' and cryin'
Can't get away, are we made to bring this sense of the hate?
So I continue the ballin'
I know what I've been told that sticks and stones may break your bones
Most of my friends they gone but I remain with the strong
With two heaters in the vest in the wicked Midwest
I go where money rolls
Hittin' licks with niggas that's breakin' Os
Most of my days been long and I've been doin' wrong
Flawless is on the come up
(Livin' like D-I-M)
I'll let these niggas know
D-I-M is here for sure
I be bringin' the pain and I ain't playin' no games
You niggas better get ya mind right
(Livin' like D-I-M)
From the feel of the rain, and the hurt and the pain
The streets are screamin' and cryin'
Can't get away, are we made to bring this sense of the hate?
So I continue the ballin'
I know what I've been told that sticks and stones may break your bones
Most of my friends they gone but I remain with the strong
With two heaters in the vest in the wicked Midwest
From the feel of the rain, and the hurt and the pain
The streets are screamin' and cryin'
Can't get away, are we made to bring this sense of the hate?
So I continue the ballin'
I know what I've been told that sticks and stones may break your bones
Most of my friends they gone but I remain with the strong
With two heaters in the vest in the wicked Midwest
D-I-M, DIM, D-I-M, DIM, D-I-M, DIM
Livin' like D-I-M
D-I-M, DIM, D-I-M, DIM, D-I-M, DIM
Livin' like D-I-M
D-I-M, DIM, D-I-M, DIM, D-I-M, DIM
Livin' like D-I-M
D-I-M, DIM, D-I-M, DIM, D-I-M, DIM
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