BLUE ft. ROCC Lyrics

Bought the nosebleed seats

Just to be at the game

Watching bron put a 50 piece

On Nurkic and Dame

Shining over the shade

The logo hang from the chain

Overcoming them days

Of struggling to get paid

Used to be in drive thru

Handing niggaz they order

Saving up every check

In my bank account like a hoarder

Heard y'all had turned them

Ppp's into 40 pointers

Showed it off on the gram

And got robbed wit a Sig Sawyer

Instead of smashing and grabbing

They need to get an employer

Blew ya dough on Wokeisha

You shoulda saved for a lawyer

Police treat me like Tito

Cause I ain't light as Latoya

Wishing I had the answer

Like dude who coached for the Hoyas

I ain't never been spoiled

Until I spoiled myself

Did a 6 mile walk

Because health is the real wealth

Sipping a pressed juice

While I medicate and meditate

Channeling my thoughts

I preparate then elevate

I done been through hell

Got it out the mud for Heaven's sake

Pray I see my mom and my dad

And brother at heavens gate

All I do is try to help

But I don't do the sugar coat

Shoot it straight from the hip

Realest shit I never wrote

Making passive income

Direct deposit in my sleep

Laid up wit a thick bitch

Gripping on them ass cheeks

If I get rich before I wake

Book a flight to San Tropez

Get some pussy on the beach

And roll me up another J

Anahaa

Never been a number 2

I could never been a you

Only real ones in the crew

All my money come in blue

Blue

Blue

Never been a number 2

I could never been a you

Only real ones in the crew

All my money come in blue

Blue

Blue

Never been a number 2

I could never been a you

Only real ones in the crew

All my money come in blue

Nigga never been a number 2

You niggas playing peek a boo

Wit bars that shit should be a crime

This shit is freaky who these

Brothas really thinking they is

While you complaining

Yo Bitch saying I should give her a kid

That hoe mental

Hit the pedal no this shit ain't a rental

I be out here pulling strings

Like my name was Gepedo

Give a fuck if you say I'm hot

I don't need me a medal

But I do keep some metal

It turn you niggas to jello

And have you crying falsetto

Young hitman

Roccie be that nigga

I take any fade any beat

It's s only potential food

Or just potential a victim

Of something fucking rude

Leave you assed out like nude beaches

Facts dude

Heavy pressure on my heart

Some of you can't relate

I done been through hell

Got it out the mud for heaven sake

Praying I see moms and pops

When I hit heaven gates

Praying I could give em a hug

And let em know they Great

Really let em know that they loved

Can't no one take they place

And I don't judge for nothing

You got it all figured out

But when life hit you struggle

I struggled early

Now Rocc running circles round Celtics

I'm James Worthy nigga

Never been a number 2

I could never been a you

Only real ones in the crew

All my money come in blue

Blue

Blue

Never been a number 2

I could never been a you

Only real ones in the crew

All my money come in blue