DEAD 2 ME ft. Retro P Lyrics

I been stayin out the way, I been stayin out the mix

I ain't worried bout these niggas I ain't worried bout no bitch

I ain't fuckin wit no hoe if she ain't bringin me no chips

stack my bread to the ceiling money stackin like its bricks

I remember all them days I had to struggle, that shit dead to me

Stomp a nigga put his face down like a pedigree

Wouldn't have to if that nigga wasn't actin fed to me

I put him on a poster with the caption being rest in peace

And now he dead to me

Feelin like I'm Johnny cuz the way the bitch be testin me

Been gettin to this pape I drop a bag it's just a check to me

She always on my line been sayin daddy get it wet for me

Now i been stayin out the way

I been focused on the grind

She keep on tryna hit my phone but rn really aint the time

So if i checc and it aint K then i just gotta hit decline

On 25th we get it poppin like i was barry in my prime

Barely got into my prime, ima struggle down the road

Got my brudda on my side, ain't no way we'd ever fold

Ain't no breakin ain't no bendin, we gon make it that's fasho

When it come to opportunities, all that glitters isn't gold

Why you trippin over me? why you trippin over key?

Prolly got them niggas hurt becuz I'm sum they couldn't be

Stand on business when it's time to get it crackin like a G

Shout out zigg n jo n dez I can't forget about you P

I can't forget about you Key

They said this shit been gettin old

Cuz if they catch us on the blocc

Then they gon catch us wit a pole

They said they riding til the end

But they fell off and hit the road

Now I ain't slidin bacc again

I only spin when I'm on go

Now why they trippin over me

Why they trippin over P

I keep the ahh like I'm dwade cuz I been ridin wit the heat

Keep me out them politics cuz allat talkin shit is cheap

On 25th and this K7 leavin shells down at his feet

Leaving shells up on the scene

Ain't no tracing it to me

If you snitchin like 1090 you gon end up on a tee

Momma cryin in the streets, body covered in the sheets

Took you down and took your jewels I left you bloody in them jeans

Mama gon always pray for me

But I been praying for that bankroll

And it's always on my side

I stay in places that I can't go

I can't go back to them days I swear it makes me sick

Went to breakin into cribs but came from hittin licks

Really came up from the bricks, I remember I had nothing

Had to give it all I had , then one day I was a something

Most you niggas be some fags, just be talkin n the bluffin

Bitch be talkin out her ass, but she built jus like a muffin

Now you say you gotta problem

But don't ever handle business

Imma tote it around the middle cuz they gon plot over a difference

I just hit my nicca leek I need a glocc wit that extension

It's Retro P and I'm wit Key cuz you just know we get to spinnin

Ain't no way that this the end, we gon have to keep it goin

Retro came in wit the heat, it's supa hot it got me floatin

They be tryna ride the wave, it be hard to match the motion

If I ever double backed jus know it ain't about emotions

They been speakin on my name, they been hatin on my game

Keepin squares outside the circle, they been sayin that I changed

How'd I change if I chose better, you jus chose to stay the same

Sayin what about the 5th but u ain't never seen us play, bitch