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Swifty Blue, MoneySign Suede, Peysoh "Rosary" (Official Visualizer)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swifty Blue
Swifty Blue
Vocals
Peysoh
Peysoh
Vocals
MoneySign Suede
MoneySign Suede
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omar Perez
Omar Perez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Bricks
Matt Bricks
Producer

Lyrics

Fresh up out the county and I still got my rosary
Homies ain't homies, same ones say they close to me
I don't trust nobody so I always keep it close to me
My bitch say she loves me, but she's acting like a ho to me
If it ain't about the money all that other shit is old to me
Got love for the hood, but the street's been cold to me
Sacrifice my life 'cause the streets got the most of me
If I ever get chipped, tell me who gon' really go for me?
Everybody saying that I changed, I just got a bag
Everybody tryna hate, cuz, I just got 'em mad
I'ma ese with a cuete and my gun won't jam
And I'm still going ham, serving grams by the Tams
Stay solid, stay down, better stick to the plan
I seen homies switch up over a lil' ten grand
And I'll still catch a body for the price of ten bands
But if the hand feed you, you can't bite that hand
Why this bitch said she loves me, but the money make her dance?
And my glock got a drum so it won't fit in my pants
Money Sign suede hit me up, he just passed me thirty bags
Little peso in the cut with a thirty round mag
Big bands in my pocket, wonder why my pants sag
And the ops watered down, wonder why they don't last
Before I ever go broke I'ma buss down some glass
In the hood, bitch, I'm rich I'ma ghetto high-class
Fresh up out the county and I still got my rosary
Homies ain't homies, same ones say they close to me
I don't trust nobody so I always keep it close to me
My bitch say she loves me, but she's acting like a ho to me
If it ain't about the money all that other shit is old to me
Got love for the hood, but the street's been cold to me
Sacrifice my life 'cause the streets got the most of me
If I ever get chipped, tell me who gon' really go for me?
I be killin' with a passion 'cause them **** took the most from me
Sacrificed my life to these streets, it got a hold on me
If I get chipped tell me who gon' really go for me?
If I get popped tell me who gon' really blow for me?
Mama tellin' me to chill she like, "Baby, you my only son"
I'll be damned if I leave the house without a gun
Stepping to the neck, showing **** that we not the ones
If you tryna play then I promise that there **** done
Hopping out (Boom) like what the fuck you thought this was?
I know homies that been hating since I got my buzz
Yeah, I'm sliding in this Benz, but remember I used to take the bus
Watch the closest to you, them **** will really set you up
And that's reality, ain't no homies in this lifestyle
It look good, but I promise this a fake smile
Thank you to the mic, ****, this a freestyle
Bring back my pops to this day, I'm still in denial
Fresh up out the county and I still got my rosary
Homies ain't homies, same ones say they close to me
I don't trust nobody so I always keep it close to me
My bitch say she loves me, but she's acting like a ho to me
If it ain't about the money all that other shit is old to me
Got love for the hood, but the street's been cold to me
Sacrifice my life 'cause the streets got the most of me
If I ever get chipped, tell me who gon' really go for me?
Always keep real, I keep it real like I'm 'posed to be
They be like, "Be safe," like I don't always keep it close to me
When I was down on my ass they was ghosting me
A couple **** changed, they stopped posting me
I'm lowkey used to fake love, that shit old to me
I'm baggin' **** up like some groceries
I ain't gon' lie, it get tricky when you get some fame
I don't even care, me I maintain
You can do you, I'm on my own lane
I step like I step, I think I'm 'bout my name
Me, I keep steppin' throughout the rain
**** stop stepping when it's rainy days
I told my **** Swifty let's go run it up
I'ma go and get 'em back before I hit a club
Before I bought a whip I went and bought a gun
You wouldn't wanna live where a **** from
Fresh up out the county and I still got my rosary
Homies ain't homies, same ones say they close to me
I don't trust nobody so I always keep it close to me
My bitch say she loves me, but she's acting like a ho to me
If it ain't about the money all that other shit is old to me
Got love for the hood, but the street's been cold to me
Sacrifice my life 'cause the streets got the most of me
If I ever get chipped, tell me who gon' really go for me?
Written by: Omar Perez

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