Pyrex in the microwave
Yellow glass look what it made
Did that then I went to prison I did my time look what it made
Ah strong nigga can't see no grave
Can't even visit my Moms plot
Was only 20 when my Mom died
Can't talk to her so I talk to God, he said
You know I'm bout all my business
Lil nigga handle ya business
Treat the hate like its water you swimming
All that evil like chips and they dippin
Don't take ya foot off they neck till you finished
Out of prison no scar and no blemish
Get all this chicken you'd think I was fishing
I be low key you would think I was missing
To me you niggas ain't significant
Playing Jeezy while I'm counting Benjamin's
Talk my talk don't care if I'm offending em
Wife and my kids only time I'm a gentlemen
Ending em, 410 Key put in work like its 10 of em
These niggas tired, Michelins
Run with the wolverines like I'm in Michigan
I got the leaf runts fire straight to the head
State boys didn't know who I was so they tried to dial up the feds
I know some niggas scared to death running around in ah vest
Yeah I might aim for you chest if you duck then I'm hitting you head nigga
CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA
Come to ya hood, It be like Cirque du Soleil, why I see so many clowns
Bitch I'ma star and I'm way way up, all of the homies is clouds
We bring the smoke, we run town
This our money, we want it now
Snitching and cappin, we don't allow
Get different flavors when I cop and pound nigga
Runtz, Gelato, a Jim Beam bottle my wifey is all that I need
Don't do the high low I'm all in the Bible and that's while I'm smoking my weed nigga
Know ya wants from ya needs
A lot of letters I'ma G
With Elohim I agree
I shine the blind can see me
Look at my watch the time can see me
These lil niggas is trying to be me
I'm from the sticks smoke tree in a tree
Bitch I'm the one I'm him on a tee
All in ya feeling got shit on ya sleeve
Wipe a nigga nose got shit on ya sleeve
Handle it quick, family bereaved
Know who I am, make em believe
410 Key
I got the leaf runts fire straight to the head
State boys didn't know who I was so they tried to dial up the feds
I know some niggas scared to death running around in ah vest
Yeah I might aim for you chest if you duck then I'm hitting you head nigga
CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA
Yeah
410 Key - Charlotte Ave Attitude Lyrics
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English
Pyrex in the microwave
Yellow glass look what it made
Did that then I went to prison I did my time look what it made
Ah strong nigga can't see no grave
Can't even visit my Moms plot
Was only 20 when my Mom died
Can't talk to her so I talk to God, he said
You know I'm bout all my business
Lil nigga handle ya business
Treat the hate like its water you swimming
All that evil like chips and they dippin
Don't take ya foot off they neck till you finished
Out of prison no scar and no blemish
Get all this chicken you'd think I was fishing
I be low key you would think I was missing
To me you niggas ain't significant
Playing Jeezy while I'm counting Benjamin's
Talk my talk don't care if I'm offending em
Wife and my kids only time I'm a gentlemen
Ending em, 410 Key put in work like its 10 of em
These niggas tired, Michelins
Run with the wolverines like I'm in Michigan
I got the leaf runts fire straight to the head
State boys didn't know who I was so they tried to dial up the feds
I know some niggas scared to death running around in ah vest
Yeah I might aim for you chest if you duck then I'm hitting you head nigga
CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA
Come to ya hood, It be like Cirque du Soleil, why I see so many clowns
Bitch I'ma star and I'm way way up, all of the homies is clouds
We bring the smoke, we run town
This our money, we want it now
Snitching and cappin, we don't allow
Get different flavors when I cop and pound nigga
Runtz, Gelato, a Jim Beam bottle my wifey is all that I need
Don't do the high low I'm all in the Bible and that's while I'm smoking my weed nigga
Know ya wants from ya needs
A lot of letters I'ma G
With Elohim I agree
I shine the blind can see me
Look at my watch the time can see me
These lil niggas is trying to be me
I'm from the sticks smoke tree in a tree
Bitch I'm the one I'm him on a tee
All in ya feeling got shit on ya sleeve
Wipe a nigga nose got shit on ya sleeve
Handle it quick, family bereaved
Know who I am, make em believe
410 Key
I got the leaf runts fire straight to the head
State boys didn't know who I was so they tried to dial up the feds
I know some niggas scared to death running around in ah vest
Yeah I might aim for you chest if you duck then I'm hitting you head nigga
CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA
Yeah
Yellow glass look what it made
Did that then I went to prison I did my time look what it made
Ah strong nigga can't see no grave
Can't even visit my Moms plot
Was only 20 when my Mom died
Can't talk to her so I talk to God, he said
You know I'm bout all my business
Lil nigga handle ya business
Treat the hate like its water you swimming
All that evil like chips and they dippin
Don't take ya foot off they neck till you finished
Out of prison no scar and no blemish
Get all this chicken you'd think I was fishing
I be low key you would think I was missing
To me you niggas ain't significant
Playing Jeezy while I'm counting Benjamin's
Talk my talk don't care if I'm offending em
Wife and my kids only time I'm a gentlemen
Ending em, 410 Key put in work like its 10 of em
These niggas tired, Michelins
Run with the wolverines like I'm in Michigan
I got the leaf runts fire straight to the head
State boys didn't know who I was so they tried to dial up the feds
I know some niggas scared to death running around in ah vest
Yeah I might aim for you chest if you duck then I'm hitting you head nigga
CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA
Come to ya hood, It be like Cirque du Soleil, why I see so many clowns
Bitch I'ma star and I'm way way up, all of the homies is clouds
We bring the smoke, we run town
This our money, we want it now
Snitching and cappin, we don't allow
Get different flavors when I cop and pound nigga
Runtz, Gelato, a Jim Beam bottle my wifey is all that I need
Don't do the high low I'm all in the Bible and that's while I'm smoking my weed nigga
Know ya wants from ya needs
A lot of letters I'ma G
With Elohim I agree
I shine the blind can see me
Look at my watch the time can see me
These lil niggas is trying to be me
I'm from the sticks smoke tree in a tree
Bitch I'm the one I'm him on a tee
All in ya feeling got shit on ya sleeve
Wipe a nigga nose got shit on ya sleeve
Handle it quick, family bereaved
Know who I am, make em believe
410 Key
I got the leaf runts fire straight to the head
State boys didn't know who I was so they tried to dial up the feds
I know some niggas scared to death running around in ah vest
Yeah I might aim for you chest if you duck then I'm hitting you head nigga
CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA, CA
Yeah
Writer: Kevon McCready
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