"Linwood Ave" lyrics
(MIA JAY C)
(I hear you, JAY C)
Ayy, I'm gettin' rich, what the fuck I look like trippin' 'bout a bitch?
I was fucked up, these niggas left me hangin' like my dick
Same bitch that hoed me in high school just let me hit
Where was niggas at when you ain't have enough to pay the rent?
It was easy sellin' guns, bro 'nem was takin' hits
I ain't never met E-40, I been tryna be legit
Bro want me to be a Blood, cuz want me to be a Crip
Thirty-two shots out the clip, mask on, let it rip
It don't surprise me when these street niggas play it like a simp
It'll be the hoest niggas that'll kill you 'bout a bitch
Free the guy, ain't gon' lie, I'm sick my baby had to sit
Let a nigga play it crazy like I won't send a blitz
Hold up, let me load up, pop him like a zit
Boy, my mama raised a pit
All the bitches I be with be exotic as it get
I'm always prepared to murder, I live in the Murder Mitt
Slide on 'em in a striker, same night, burn that bitch (Huh?)
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I keep killers and cold bitches with me
Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly
They know I always be gone, I be busy
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me
I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me
I played AP, now I want me a Richy (Huh?)
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I keep killers and cold bitches with me
Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly
They know I always be gone, I be busy
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me
I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me
Played AP, now I want me a Richy
Rich nigga, still'll split the money up like nine ways
Every time a nigga play me, I look at him sideways
I make money in my sleep, still been up for five days
Tell that nigga check my pockets if he don't think crime pays
Half these niggas don't belong in the streets, but times change
Don't nobody really wanna work a job nowadays
I ain't never goin' back broke, I got my mind made
Catch a nigga at the green light like I'm Rod Wave
Couldn't get the devil off my back, then God came
I ain't numb, but I ain't really takin' nothin' for my pain
Everything on my wrist bust, no they not plain
She say she can tell I paid twenty-plus for my chain
My swipe nigga say he wanna pay his tab in blockchain
2022, ain't droppin' music if it's not flame
She want me to take her to LA like LeBron James
Brodie sendin' shots from the Trailblazer, but he not Dame (Huh?)
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I keep killers and cold bitches with me
Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly
They know I always be gone, I be busy
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me
I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me
We gon' get a nigga gone if he hit me
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I keep killers and cold bitches with me
Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly
They know I always be gone, I be busy
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me
I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me
We gon' get a nigga gone if he hit me
(I hear you, JAY C)
Ayy, I'm gettin' rich, what the fuck I look like trippin' 'bout a bitch?
I was fucked up, these niggas left me hangin' like my dick
Same bitch that hoed me in high school just let me hit
Where was niggas at when you ain't have enough to pay the rent?
It was easy sellin' guns, bro 'nem was takin' hits
I ain't never met E-40, I been tryna be legit
Bro want me to be a Blood, cuz want me to be a Crip
Thirty-two shots out the clip, mask on, let it rip
It don't surprise me when these street niggas play it like a simp
It'll be the hoest niggas that'll kill you 'bout a bitch
Free the guy, ain't gon' lie, I'm sick my baby had to sit
Let a nigga play it crazy like I won't send a blitz
Hold up, let me load up, pop him like a zit
Boy, my mama raised a pit
All the bitches I be with be exotic as it get
I'm always prepared to murder, I live in the Murder Mitt
Slide on 'em in a striker, same night, burn that bitch (Huh?)
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I keep killers and cold bitches with me
Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly
They know I always be gone, I be busy
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me
I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me
I played AP, now I want me a Richy (Huh?)
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I keep killers and cold bitches with me
Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly
They know I always be gone, I be busy
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me
I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me
Played AP, now I want me a Richy
Rich nigga, still'll split the money up like nine ways
Every time a nigga play me, I look at him sideways
I make money in my sleep, still been up for five days
Tell that nigga check my pockets if he don't think crime pays
Half these niggas don't belong in the streets, but times change
Don't nobody really wanna work a job nowadays
I ain't never goin' back broke, I got my mind made
Catch a nigga at the green light like I'm Rod Wave
Couldn't get the devil off my back, then God came
I ain't numb, but I ain't really takin' nothin' for my pain
Everything on my wrist bust, no they not plain
She say she can tell I paid twenty-plus for my chain
My swipe nigga say he wanna pay his tab in blockchain
2022, ain't droppin' music if it's not flame
She want me to take her to LA like LeBron James
Brodie sendin' shots from the Trailblazer, but he not Dame (Huh?)
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I keep killers and cold bitches with me
Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly
They know I always be gone, I be busy
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me
I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me
We gon' get a nigga gone if he hit me
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I keep killers and cold bitches with me
Boy, I put my hood on like it's chilly
They know I always be gone, I be busy
A lot of shit goin' on in my city
I got gold, I got gold-diggers with me
I thought I told you it ain't on me, it's in me
We gon' get a nigga gone if he hit me
