Dirty Gene - Matchin' (feat. Benji III) Lyrics

Fro Bring that shit in... ya
(Southside Nue)

I want that rose gold sky dweller matching' wit my teef
Walkin' in the buildin' i just smile, i don't speak
Heard they sendin' shots. I just kill, I don't beef
Livin' in my stu, hold that AR in my sleep
Ay
An whatchu know bouta love like this
Cut the check or I'm gon' run yo shit
Whatchu talkin? gon' an face that fifth
Gotta gain a couple pounds just a live like this
Ay

Runnin' this game offa jump. Roll up they block an just dump
All uh dat music is bunk. Came here to fire, don't give a f*ck
If you're offended, discard the feelin', cry to yo bitch, it's part of the killin
Southside Nue! all the division. Thought we was high? Broke through the ceilin' Ay
Now that you feelin' the vibe, we finna take us a ride
Down on the Ave. boomin' a trap, all of the hustle came wit the cash
I was conditioned to get it, squeezin' a dime outta penny
Without all my bros, I couldn't uh did it
For those who aint lets pour out some Henny
Yeah I been drinking' all night. F*ck how they feelin', aight
They will not f*ck wit my vibe! Chewin' a tab, takin' the sky
Controllin' the time, pushin' the limits
Tipping the scale, runnin' the digits
Straight outta trenches, survival of fittest
I gotta go get it. I said it, I meant it. I want that

I want that rose gold sky dweller matching' wit my teef
Walkin' in the buildin' i just smile, i don't speak
Heard they sendin' shots. I just kill, I don't beef
Livin' in my stu, hold that AR in my sleep
Ay
An whatchu know bouta love like this
Cut the check or I'm gon' run yo shit!
Whatchu talkin? gon' an face that fifth
Gotta gain a couple pounds just a live like this
Ay

All facts running it back
Score board we ran it up
Norf side heathen i been
Seasoned with the killas boi
Pressure on my enemies, never been a dick sucka
40cal. to air you out you dirty maf*cka
Got the onion offa trigga, copped the scates from the corner store
Pissin off the city wit the ditch cause i needed mo
Gamble wit my life if its freedom what they hitting fo
Duck and dodge the law by default know I'm bound to tote
That neighborhood package nigga I'm taxing f*ck is you asking me
I gotta muscle I gotta hustle stretch it like athletes
That slug in ya ear I came wit no fears it aint no harassing me
That tab in my fist came with yo bitch I'm rockin her fast asleep
Respect, love, and trust always something to be earned
Niggas stained on shirt I guess it's something they aint learn
Keep a seal on my mouth thinking as-salamu alaykum
Thats what's coming with these games if you ever choose to play 'em