AC Burrell,
So Solid, Asher D and Swiss on this
Now lets bless this proper for the ladies
Lets tell them how it is and how it was
Hey yo its deep
Remember back in the day when we never had
shit
Our niggas had to struggle to get what they
wanted
Look at us now
Mad status and mad dough
But with that comes mad chicks
Yeah, chicks who wanna eat off your table,
fuck your niggas in the Prada's that you've
purchased for her
You know what? I'm not feeling that, I'm not
feeling that
Ah listen shout out to all the gold digging
ladies
I haven't got no time for you ho's
Back in the day when I never had...
Back in the day when I never had...
I never had time for the girls that would
lie
Back in the day when I never had hits
Back in the day when I never had hits
Back in the day when I never had hits
Dropping the top on my ride when I'm rolling
it
Back in the day when I never had...
Back in the day when I never had...
I never had time for the girls that would
lie
Watching the clock when I'm going by
Back in the day when I never had hits
Back in the day when I never had hits
Back in the day when I never had hits
Dropping the top when I'm rolling it
Why you really wanna start with me?
You start with me but you don't want no
parts of me shit
That's why I started doing archery
We practise hard to put arrows in your arteries
You niggers haven't got the gold to freeze
The chicks to please
That's why you're steady watching my cheese
Ice frozen to minus degrees
You get close
You can feel that shit making a breeze
And fuck niggers who be taking my hoes and
trying to pose
When that hoe's rocking my clothes
All that shit that you see in her drum
Asher's the one who wrote cheques for it
to come
I make chicks give me head in the sun
Chicks suck dick
That is the pun
So when we go out looking for fun
I'm bringing my gun
So Solid weigh you down like a ton!
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Deeper then this
Yo I'm talking about back in the day when
I never had...
I never had time for the girls that would
lie
Watching and clocking when I'm going by
Deeper then this
Yo I'm talking about back in the day when
I never had hits
Dropping the top on my ride when I'm rolling
it
Take my freedom away
I need that shit so I sit down and spit
more lyrics
I buss flows to make you have fits, feel
sick
Keep your eyes on your chick
Real quick
'Cause my clique made me realise shit now
You're here now but you could be going down
Prepare now for foes that come around
Beware now 'cause my flow's flame throwing
now!
Strictly legit but gats still blowing out
I'm flossing hard wid my clique
When I'm going out are we fucking tonight
Yeah! There's no doubt
Does my my flow sound tight, thought out
'Nuff MC's I don't know what they talk 'bout
Chat shit but there's no tunes brought out
Under average MC's get caught out
Or we lay them to rest, nigger down south!
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Fuck with So Solid your incorrect
We're thugged out but we flow
Like we're interlect
My niggaz make dough and intercept big checks
you can check on the internet.
So you better know the gat protects
And some niggaz can't walk but they try
to step
I wonder if his gonna talk when I slice
his neck
Most niggaz don't play you will die for
rep
So I ask them niggaz
Why are them niggaz trying to front?
We're the sharpest niggaz
I'm a artist nigga
I'm built for this shit most niggaz
Chat garbage nigga
You're my target nigga
So when I spit my flows I'm precise
Like an artist nigga, so I barred that nigga,
Cause he weren't ill enough so I scared
that nigga
I just want my niggaz to flow with me
If I need love then their gonna shout for
me
Smoke weed, get high and joke with me
Make dough it too don't go broke with me
If I'm in beef then their gonna blow for
me
If I need love then their gonna show for
me
I ain't got weed nigga get an 'O' for me
And when you run that shit you can smoke
with me
And go deeper like when I had ho's on me
(Chorus)
Flows are tighter than niggers that know
me
So I strive to make figures with homies
All these chickens got something to show
Trying to front 'cause you know they don't
know me
I don't want all hoe to control me
I just want her to blaze and roll with me
Make tracks and papers fold with me
Stick around until she's old with me
Go Hatton Gardens to pick gold with me
If I get capped she'll cry hard over me
Yo! I'm black so I know I've got soul in
me
So Solid got my back 'cause they're holding
me
A.C.'s on attack and we're rolling B
I make gee's stack quick
That's the goal in me
And if you don't know me
Ask your hoe for me
'Cause she went low for the dough
Told ya B!
(Chorus)
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