Two-Tone Joint lyrics
by ElCamino
[Verse 1]:
Uh, yo, yo, sh*t so soulful, man, definitely ain't never been, you know, uh, yo, Eastside Buffalo, man, uh
I used to sell crack to my family, my mom ain't understand me
I went to granny there wasn't nothing in my pantry
When sh*t was good, as long as n*ggas meetin' nose candy
I'm shootin' out the Grand Prix, I was based to ride for my family, uh
We came from, residue right on my living room table
No cable (hmhm), wasn't no horses up in my stable
Now I'm in the GLE Coupe, right on Rodeo, uh
I'm just fadin' the plot, sh*t be gettin' fatal
Fiends smokin' out the faygo
I used to f*ck yo' b*tch in my Ozweegos now I lay low and step up my pesos, uh
I make my own money, I don't need no label (I'm good)
We can't move in no time, we can't do what you say so
I'm grateful, uh, and I'm thankful (Thankful)
When they don't love you they hate you, but most importantly
Don't let 'em break you
n*ggas just want a bad b*tch that's faithful, and a Wraith too
[Interlude]
Two-tone joint, sh*t, you know n*ggas came from nothin', man, you know, we really had to get it out the mud, a lotta n*ggas had to give it to them, they had to go get it, you know
[Verse 2]:
Uh, yo, (I'mma sip this Remy and I'mma take care of this), yo, yo, uh
My mom told me I was different
I went with it, and used it to my advantage
Now when you Christian (look at this n*gga), I was one of the youngest who listened
I should be listed, as one of the greatest n*ggas that ever did it (Facts)
Another year, wasn't nothin' for Christmas
Nothin' in my kitchen, made me hungry but, I wasn't trippin' (sh*t, I'm good)
I swear you couldn't live in my conditions (Hmhm)
Fell down on my knees so many times to pray and the Lord was my witness
All them n*ggas I shot, I asked for forgiveness
And every lick I hit I broke bread with my n*ggas
My grill rosegold, Cartier's is vintage
And everytime you see us, my n*ggas, we winnin' (we winnin'), uh
[Outro]:
We the realest, it's not easy, man, anybody can't do this, you feel me, make classic sh*t, you know, this sh*t is gon' be hot in 20 years from now, you know, not 20 minutes, Lot & Abraham, you know