Testo: Blade Icewood. Other. My Life.

[Talking]

Niggas, the realest
This one for the block (All My 7 Mile Niggas)
All my niggas holdin the corners down
Gettin that paper
That ghetto cheese

[Verse 1]
It's like the devil keep on holdin me down
At night I'm paranoid sleep holdin my pound
Friends ain't really friends just some cool ass niggas
It's been 10 years since the cops popped my nigga Higgins
If he still was living, probably be dead again
Every since '82 my pops pushed the benz
The only one out his crew that never seen the pen
It was the old days niggas ain't snitch back then
All my life I been around hustlers
Heavy hitters
I'm fresh out stealin paper for intent to deliver
I'm on the phone with lil man like \"daddy when you comin home\"
Shit I spit a lil more than a hook & song
I get along with real ones while the fake niggas hate
I was the 1st to put dubs on the lex in '98
Walk up in the star throw a stack same night
Hit atlanta's gc next morning fly back

[Hook 2x]
Everywhere i go i roll with hustlers, dope smugglers
Hood yellas, on the block we known as Goodfellas
All we out for is gettin this chedda
It's my life, my life

[Verse 2]
Now I done seen more work than a border patrol
The man you get work from in order to roll
Strongs had packs in em', Spots had sacks in em',
Shoe box with stacks in em'
In other words I was killin em'
I'm so unknown to the public
You gotta love it
Chinchill to the floor wit cris & buggets,
Winter time we push the range
Summer time we push somethin for em' ???
Fully equipped tv, rims & bang
We get all day for a key of cane
Nobody balls forever dog
Unless u know how to maintain
Insane out of my mind on some other shit
Blowin on hard so i'm not the one you wanna fuck with
I know killas don't talk, but i'll bust you bitch
For the right price leave ya clothes stiff like ice
Without thinking twice, it's my life
Even though i'm'worldwide
I'm still screamin 4life

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 3]
Now I been seen in V's from overseas
Breezy head blowin puffin the isley
Puffin green trees
Freeze tip full back neck & wrist
Gettin neck from this chick
bout to wreck the 6
Hittin licks slangin hard dog just to come up
The only dream as a youngin was to sew the slums up
Feel like Tony Montana come short i'll blam ya
Sellin cane too hot so i'm importin that bama
Rep Detroit everytime i'm in front of a camera
From the midwest but i ain't got no country grammar
Ain't no song & dance
Just guns & gans
Countin grams, no matter what keep the upper hand
I'm a grown man dog, ain't no time for playin
Spend all my nights countin bread
All my mornings weighin up dope
Probably get knocked for some shit that i spoke
I ain't Pac, but this the realest shit I ever wrote

[Hook 2x]