"Blind Side" lyrics

Long live Mook and Mike
You diss on them, you gon' your life
Say their name in vain and [?]
Uh

When you knee-deep in the streets, can't have your feelings in this shit (You can't)
I'm just thankin' God right now 'cause I done finally went legit (I went legit)
Went on Twitter, opps tried to go post they block, I sent a blitz (Go get 'em, they out there)
Lil' buddy dropped a diss, the next day, got hit it up all in his shit (Damn)
Can't shit stop me, I'm on demon time, lil' bitch, look at my wrist
I hate that fluky shit, I almost lost my brother on a hit (What the fuck?)
Talkin' 'bout some yellow drank, fuck out the face, I sold him piss (Fuck him)
I'm gon' be sleep for like two days 'cause I just poured an eight of Tris (Damn)
Hit Rodeo with the gang, spent twenty thousand just on fits (Amiri jeans)
Chase him down until he hit the ground and shoot until it click (Come here)
Got them texts that I lost Mook and Mike, that shit had made me sick (To my stomach)
I be forgettin' that I'm famous, I'll kill a nigga quick
They tryna hit me from my blindside, that's why I keep a stick
He was tryna throw some bullets and got clapped, we called a pick (His dead ass)
Watch how you fuck the city up, you run up thinkin' I'm a lick
Go tell him, he don't come outside, then we gon' kill that nigga bitch (Kill his bitch)
I told Backend give me the Drac' 'cause he act crazy with the switch (Rrah, rrah)
Talkin' all that gangster shit, he must don't know we know he snitched (That he a— he a fuckin' rat)
Walkin' in the booth and speakin' 'bout my life what got me rich (Shit get me paid)
Clappin' opps and bouncin' out on blocks, boy, that's what got me lit (Come here, got my name)
Seein' shh face 'fore he died, boy, that's some shit I won't forget
He hit a cut, them bullets ate his back up 'fore he jumped the fence (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, damn)
Let him punch me, then face his ass and scream it's self defense (He hit me first)
He got clapped up for some tint, should've kept ridin' with no tint (Dumbass)
I stand on business, boy, my mama mama mama don't pay rent (They don't)
I let my deep thoughts leave me up 'cause I don't trust no one to vent (I don't)
His brother slid and he ain't make it back, I know he wish he went
He ain't gon' make it, pull the plug, that nigga life on one percent
I got a million on me cash right now, posted in the trench
I had to get my buckets up, got tired of sittin' on the bench
All these numbers in my bank account don't make no fuckin' sense
If we in a speed and cut the music off, shit got intense (We gone)
We hit a nigga twenty times, he still alive, shit got me pissed (I'm mad as fuck)
My brothers fightin' B's, I'm prayin' all they cases get dismissed (They free)
Catch the right opp, I gotta let off shots, put all this shit at risk (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
And if I die, take all my bread and J and give that shit to Brick (To my brother)
And they say I sold my soul, all I did was bought some Ricks
And I just charge it to the game, I hate a bitch that think she slick (The fuck?)
And I hate to see my dogs fight, bitch, I ain't Michael Vick
We got his lo' at 5, load up the rides and killed his ass by 6
Get in my face and watch me shoot this bitch like Melo on the Knicks
5.56s and .223s'll split his body like a twig (Damn)
I been chillin', how the fuck my name keep gettin' in the mix?
I been hearin' this and that, think what you want, get off my dick, nigga (Bitch)