"Hour Dollar" lyrics
Markis Precise & Boldy James Lyrics
It's blood sports illustrated
Getting drugs from the source I been related
Way much more than affiliated
I vindicated all suspicion cleared up all the rumors
All the scoomers half brain dead them boys some mental patients
Why they be taking pain meds and them psychotropics
Popping yerks like they ibuprofen heavily sedated
Can't really remember a time we ain't have no motion
The lights camera and all the action had me feeling jaded
My privacy it been invaded every time them bitches raided
Never caught me red-handed, all the spigs was renovated
All the grits was dinner plated, all the blicks was hand cannons
Thanking Ish and Ned Flanders I was never implicated
Know them cases still pending
Chasing real tokens pot cha-ching like a slot machine the way I twist and braid it
Most of the guys stayed down couple my nigga traded
I'm from where if you hold it down, you come home get paraded
What else?
Got pops popping out the cut tryna cut the line
Line full of clucks I caught the rush sold like 200 dimes
All of these chains and these whips feel like an Uncle Tom
Pull around on 2nd I hate serving in front of moms
One of a kind dumping 9's for the 5-2
Got the trap drive through looking like a Duncan Hines
In this valley of cons, Tuskegee Airmen, Talley & Twine
I always keep my keys when I valet the dawn
Born in the summertime, legally color blind
She wanna love me long, maybe some other time
Tryna stay in between the cones and the guard rail
Thousand R Kellz, I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
Drug zoning while yo punch decline was gon get rich by any means that wasn't just a hunch of mines
Name underlined in the history books, the mystery crook
Know I'm a get a nigga took, he play with 1 of my mines
Blockworks
Getting drugs from the source I been related
Way much more than affiliated
I vindicated all suspicion cleared up all the rumors
All the scoomers half brain dead them boys some mental patients
Why they be taking pain meds and them psychotropics
Popping yerks like they ibuprofen heavily sedated
Can't really remember a time we ain't have no motion
The lights camera and all the action had me feeling jaded
My privacy it been invaded every time them bitches raided
Never caught me red-handed, all the spigs was renovated
All the grits was dinner plated, all the blicks was hand cannons
Thanking Ish and Ned Flanders I was never implicated
Know them cases still pending
Chasing real tokens pot cha-ching like a slot machine the way I twist and braid it
Most of the guys stayed down couple my nigga traded
I'm from where if you hold it down, you come home get paraded
What else?
Got pops popping out the cut tryna cut the line
Line full of clucks I caught the rush sold like 200 dimes
All of these chains and these whips feel like an Uncle Tom
Pull around on 2nd I hate serving in front of moms
One of a kind dumping 9's for the 5-2
Got the trap drive through looking like a Duncan Hines
In this valley of cons, Tuskegee Airmen, Talley & Twine
I always keep my keys when I valet the dawn
Born in the summertime, legally color blind
She wanna love me long, maybe some other time
Tryna stay in between the cones and the guard rail
Thousand R Kellz, I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
Drug zoning while yo punch decline was gon get rich by any means that wasn't just a hunch of mines
Name underlined in the history books, the mystery crook
Know I'm a get a nigga took, he play with 1 of my mines
Blockworks
