Rocksteady ft. Gach Lyrics

Fresh off the dog

But zip code changed

Had a whole lotta nothing but I always did my thang

Two thousand four hundred block half a P in my drawls

While my cousin Lil C holding jiggers for the laws

Mind state finna ball, hit the corner store

Fifty count three for ten kinda skimpy but we had to get it in

That was way back when, we was chasing that bread

Playing with the dollar menu but a Mexican stay fed

Got me burning on my last block, tell me how it's lucky?

Greeted with daps and hugs but at the same time it's fuck me

Crooked smiles like nobody wanna trust me

But I'm solid as a rock cannot one of y'all budge me

Head slumped shedding tears in the graveyard

Remember them times we used to ride in the same car

Heart full of scars not to mention the pain

Seem like the skies falling and it's filled with rain

Some of my partners doing life, never see em again

Some coming home in a few, getting lost in the wind

It's cold blooded how your full blooded done turned to a mutt

Down and dirty how your down and dirty got you sitting in cuffs

Feeling sicker than a bitch, waiting on a bus

Left the streets with a wife, came home to a slut

True story for a lot of homies, and I done said too much

And that's just me sidelining watching the game in the cuts

So hold up

Can't stop won't stop steady rocking

Rocking steady

Talk to em Gach

Shit already

Talk to em Louie

Shit I been ready

Can't stop won't stop steady rocking

Rocking steady

Talk to em Gach

Shit already

Talk to em Louie

Shit I been ready

And I'm just trying to feel the sensation

I may have waited too long you know my pen patient

From back in the day when we used to dress up in Ben Davis

Turned into pitching the caine itching for Ben Franklins

And I been living a lifetime of temptation

Finally reaching the lifeline I been chasing

And I be toasting up white wine in French places

Meanwhile consecutive lifetimes my friends facing

And after all that we been through yo I still love em

May not consider me blood sucka we still brothers

Some of em forty and up and yo they still thugging

Say they was raised by the streets what about they real mother

And all these police be hopping out then they kill brothers

And I don't know how it feels but yo I feel for ya

If you was down in a fight just know I'd still for ya

And if you really my dog you know I'd kill for ya

It's real brother still pack steel like steel cutters

I act ill and clap beers with real brothers

And tat tears from past years it's real rugged

No fear from it get that clear we still run it

We still coming out hard flicking cigar ash

The back seat of a squad car's a hard pass

We use to run from the laws a hundred yard dash

But we done come this far so raise your bar glass

Can't stop won't stop steady rocking

Rocking steady

Talk to em Gach

Shit already

Talk to em Louie

Shit I been ready

Can't stop won't stop steady rocking

Rocking steady

Talk to em Gach

Shit already

Talk to em Louie

Shit I been ready