See we all medicate our pains some ways (Liquor, Booze, Drugs) This is what we do Let’s go, yeah
[Hook] I'm 'bout to blow me a dub I need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away The sour serenades my soul (You better show me some love) We sell seven bricks of caine a day What's the matter with y'all hoes (This for my homies and thugs) I'mma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies, see ya at the crossroads (You niggas better show me some love) Show me some love
Verse 1: Niggas tried they best to hurt me, come and catch the birdie I'm Tom Brady, you a Testeverde Yeah, old, washed-up with no arm strength He don't show no remorse, he ain't got a conscience He ain't got the don sense to be the boss Who that nigga they talkin' 'bout, that he need the cost Biggavel', bet I prove 'em wrong again just like the last wave I only get the money, hit the honeys that be nasty Blast me, caught 'em off the lean, took his breath away The ratchay, tore him off his jeans, took his vest away Spend 50, put the rest away, tuck my metal hold 750 for a rainy day, cuz you'll never know Know he got that better blow, Ds tried to crept strong The Ds'll still a 9 even when stepped on The sourman, throw me dub, the powderman, show me love 95 off a high-speed drive
[Hook]
Nigga better show me some love man All this wave I bring to the game Y'all niggas better show Biggavel' that love man Might have to go back in, ya know Might have to go do that 30, ya know Fuck it, ya know I'mma leave you niggas that wave though Boss Don Biggavel', Byrd gang Gotta love it, yeah Public Domain 2 shit for you niggas baby So wavy Shouts to my boy Midel Barrio Got the smiley faces back in the building Nigga Al Pac, what's good baby, we Gain Greene Ron Gida, Mike Bruno, ya know It is what it is
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