Slim – Double R’s Lyrics
I’m fresh home, I’m patterned like I never missed a minute
Half a mill for a mixtape, 27 for a brizzy..
And yo it feels different when you come home to Double R’s and Richard Mills
This is trap spot music, yo servin’ off the sofa tryna hit a mill.
I know this lifestyle ain’t exactly what it seems
I’m into real estate, TP and buyin’ up machines
Yo 18k watch, wipe the dust off my old kettle
Pushin’ fat heads in my new metal
Me, I’m just livin’ what I’m used to
Watchin’ out for people that use you
In my hood they know I’m the who’s who
Whys everybody rappin’ like they’re on tryna shoot niggas
Ain’t cleaned a quarter mill off two dinners
Yo cause’ we can talk about life, I know exactly how it goes
Before I ever bill a hood phone, I’d send it up the road
When I was 17 I stacked about 17
And everyone knew I’d be a millionaire before I reached the cemetery
And life goes on, time goes by and niggas die
Sticks for sale and what’s the price, my niggas buy
I’m fresh home, I’m patterned like I never missed a minute
Half a mill for a mixtape, 27 for a brizzy
What will be, will be
Nightmares and hittin’ one-on-ones
The streets know me, I’m well known for runnin’ money up
On my block I’m the reason everybody got to whippin’
If my word is get him then they’re bringin’ out the dingers.
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And yo it feels different when you come home to Double R’s and Richard Mills
This is trap spot music, yo servin’ off the sofa tryna hit a mill
And life goes on, time goes by and niggas die
Sticks for sale and what’s the price, my niggas buy
I’m fresh home, I’m patterned like I never missed a minute
Half a mill for a mixtape, 27 for a brizzy.
Let’s get back to the hustlin’
Back to the trap phones pumpin’
Goin’ hard like I never had nothing
Yo it’s different rules for different fools
I’m investin’ in bigger tools and droppin’ them straight on the youngers
Cah’ I was like dem’, tryna find money to buy skengs
Til’ I cleaned a whole mill out the highlands
And yeah cause’ I can talk about the trap and all the losses I took
Standin’ up in court and seein’ the judge throw me a book
And that’s what built me, M-O-E you feel me
Try and take my shit, better kill me
Yeah cause’ I’m the same little nigga, came up on a mad shift
Ever sent five bricks on a mad trip
Yo cause’ if you knew better, do better
I was on the exercise yard, two wetter’s, takin’ no check
And yo it’s funny how they change when you progress
And makin’ no money makes no sense, Slim.
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