PH7 - Powder Inn lyrics

[CHUUWEE] Chorus: This is music for riders my goblins and monsters Controlling that contra still conscious as common My n***as be dumping how we solving them problems Any means necessary no disrespect to Martin My n***as be scheming, pull up in that charger Leave some people bleeding, they turn in martyrs On the block that we stand we get money regardless Even tho doing wrong we gone do it with honor [CHUUWEE] Verse 1: I grew up where n***as walk around with guns to they hip South side get the money get the money get rich West side took it from me i ran up with my click East side n***as run in im fed up with this sh** Off Loucreta super lucrative is money to get Rutter park after dark having fun with my b**h David Reese 8 police cars i run through the ditch 7 years in my pocket i got bundles of this Every day is the same , chasing paper and chips I can't wait for a change i can't wait to get rich All im seeing is cane , weed hookers and tricks I been doing my thang tryna get out of this sh** for real Chorus : Verse 2: I'm out here posted up in Santa Fe They say them cops done made the block hotter than gamma rays They say them knocks after that white girl miss Mayonnaise Lots of n***as in the kitchen beating up that Ana May I bag up weed while watching anime .. Hoppin' they never kick my door in And take me downtown asking questions What can i say? Can i live n***a am i jay? The streets watching, i'm heat holding, just keep walking Now i creep often , through the creek but 8 wit it P.I. Light rail station they up here train trippin' Citation cause i ain't have no f**in train ticket My homie scooped me in the Buick and we stays dippin' Chorus: Verse 3: Im on Mctavish Circle , just pa**ed the curfew Big bags of weed , big bags of purple Over by sky parkway n***as blast to murk you Comin out of the store if you beefin they come to serve you My uncles banging CREEK MOBB they said don't ever let nobody work you This is you hood n***a can't nobody ever hurt you Hold the fort down protect this house like the commercial And say it with yo chest just to make sure them n***as heard you Everyday is the same chasin' paper and chips I can't wait for a change i can't wait to get rich Tired of seeing c**aine weed hookers and tricks I keep doing my thang hope to get out if this sh** forreal Chrous: END