Division St. Blues

Somebody call 9 1 1
Drama falls on my gun
Llamadon on my shirt
Purple haze in my lungs
Nigga need passion ima try
Last week I wasn’t scared to die
Days when I believed in suicide
Yolo yolo yolo on my mind
Solo dolo molded in his prime
Met a couple niggas on my side
We all wanna ball on my side
Cop out the mall on my side
Recognized we breathing full of pride
Seasons change like a fake nigga
Obama still a nigga president
Belief is made from the brain nigga
Yeah I ride or die for em
I could never lie on em
Nigga run up I go Super Saiyan
Kamehameha on em
We don’t sideline Gs
All my friends gon lead
Making 5×3000
In some 993s
Where my dogs
Where my dogs
Where my dogs
Where my dogs (where my dogs, aye)
Where my dogs
Where my dogs
Where my dogs
Where my dogs
I been barkin all day Ima leader
Tell me I should change my ways
I don’t need ya
Gotta keep my family safe
And I’m bringing home the safe
Home is base
Got the base in my speakers
Somebody call 911
Nah this ain’t Wyclef Jean
But shout outs Wyclef Jean
Right left might get gone
Division Street blues in my body
Division Street blues in my body
Division Street blues in my body
Sick of seeing niggas getting bodied
Where my dogs
Where my dogs
Where my dogs
Where my dogs (where my dogs, aye)
Where my dogs
Where my dogs
Where my dogs
Where my dogs