Smoke DZA - Early Days of George lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Riiight, burn the block down now I'm raping the spot They blowing up my phone got 'em waiting to cop Un, drought here so I'm raising the stocks I been grinding since TDKs with the tape on the top Un, getting schooled by my uncle Kenny Brooks Early 90s when the money was coming in books Me and my n***as use to wrestle in the basement All I wanted was some Lo and a fresh pair of eights then Fast-forward few years I had eighths and Quarters too for the affordable A few of my friends was on the crack and the coke scale I hit Cali and got the ticket on the whole sale [Hook] (Un) This is the story of a come up (Riiight) 25-8 till the sun up (Riiight) You already know my status par This is my Hustler's Catelog [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] (Un) From my n***a Spitta view, I think I see his vison too Jet planes super highed up flying to Peru In a high rise flying through cities Living like spies, story of our lives We hustle and thats the truth I know my mama glad I raise my a** off that stoop And got a little clout Gotta feed a lot of mouths But you know I'm still hookie pookie in Got one foot in one foot out Tried to be relax But everytime sh** gets ill sh** be still Calling me back its a force Fascinated by it something like an allure Do this sh** for the cause, Mane (Mane) [Hook] [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Ridin' dirty with dutchie behind the wheel Like we ain't lighting sh** till we get outta here I was kinda shook up I ain't gone front You would be too with Max B numbers in the trunk The PC was sweeter than sweet tea Got me out the slump ate Peter Lugers for lunch Thats how a boss should eat though Hustle hard cause' every day my twins feet grow (Un) Baby sitter ain't cheap, b**h want 400 a week But on the bright side it could be all worse Tax returns hit cop more work [Hook]