Nineteeneighty7 Lyrics - Stalley

Midwest nigga in the West 

Red Corvette speeding down sunset 

Ski mask, black Tec pulling through the set 

Gang signs and palm trees, bomb weed and [?] 

Mentality complex, conscious but get vexed 

Over gangster instrumentals, instrumental to the rap game 

Yeah the aim simple, target the lame and stay in the lane 

As I dip through the ghetto with metal rings and coke gets peddled 

The sun gon' shine 'em all after the smoke settles 

My mom's blood levels is high 

Her son high ridin' 'round with the devils so she pray to Allah 

Hoping the demons gon' let go 

I hustle for these C-notes, tuck drugs in my pea coat 

Dipping from the RICO watching people through the peephole 

A wolf in sheep's clothes, hear no evil and I speak no 

Word to dangerous minds, spend no time with a weak soul 

Spiritual and lethal a deadly combination 

Pulling on the joint trying not to break my concentration 

They say the game is locked, I'm tryna bust the combination 

They want me to tell the story but I ain't for the conversation 

So I'm contemplating, quit this rap ish or be blatant 

And they all hating so I might just well stop faking 

Like, I'm like them or I like them while I'm riding around with it 

I guess I'mma pipe 'em 

Murder one man down, I'm the man hands down 

Ain't nobody like him, that's why I'm this way 

It's me against this world and I'm down for the play 

Had the banger with 30 shots, nigga at 19 

Had them cookies [?] more fiends 

Had a dream at 26, get it by all means 

2013 green 

Couple O's, couple K's, couple Glocks 

Bodies lay, [?] couple yawks 

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A lot of homicide, Chevy slide on Pirellis 

Full fur diamond blur, a young Jim Kelly 

Million dollar phone calls on a black celly 

Black power trying to escape Jack Bauer and the Federales 

Rally stripe Monte 

'03 going back to Cali in my dopemans 

Starch tan khakis and my Raybans 

Fly gangster, dirty niggas hate him 

Fly chicks wanna date him cause I stay gold 

Rubberband bankroll, load the Mac 11, let's roll! 

We gotta take mo', they got me on my mobbing ish 

'99 stick-up kids, niggas came to rob 

So lay down or get hit with these metal sticks 

My niggas chop ten and shave bricks tryna escape Satan and housing bricks 

So for freedom I'm Malcolm in the Middle, I'm Malcolm Little with a ink pen 

A long way from Malcolm-Jamal Warner living 

No Theo Huxtable I hustle for my living 

Never had to fit in in the survival of the fittest 

A hustler told me if you riding, then you get in 

No time to be a scary nigga today 

If you out in these streets, you gotta be down for the play 

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