For My Set 2 by Black Dre Lyrics
Regardless of the shit that you heard I’m still down
Barely ever home but just call me I’m still round
Instead of chasing bitches and niggas to chill round
I been Locked in, focused on making a mil’ now
I ain’t tell you bout that feeling of turning a deal down
Got me scrapping up these crumbs tryna cook up a meal now
My city getting wicked they gripping the steel now
Homie sliding, homicidin’ this shit getting real now
Cousin dropped outta school and he poppin them pills now
Robbing and he bangin the set, so he Ill now
Take a half a bar and he itchin to kill now
It’s either shoot or get shot idk how to feel now
We destroyed so much shit I’m thinking we build now
Lot of niggas left but I’m reppin lil town
Trips overseas but just call me I’m still round
Regardless of that shit that you heard my nigga I’m still down
I’m still down for you
My first album crashed had me sleeping on the cot
My newest shit a smash have me sleepin on the yacht
Villa with the pine floor fuck a house on the block
Them watchmen they bucking shots soon as you stepping on the rocks
Yeah, shots on the rocks my niggas love them some Henny
Rock my Zoe Pound nigga yeah he love him some Remy
Law like the leading scorer how the judge givin’ 50
You send me letters like, “Black I praying you coming to get me.”
Could never forget me
The times that I carried you with me
We was praying for the full, but we was running on empty
I was chillin in the labels, they was worried bout a list
My passport tattooed, I was worried bout a trip
Westbrook lifestyle, I was worried bout a trip
When you shoot like this, that’s a shot you never miss
Had a dream last night, pops said the realist shit
He said, “Son do the work don’t even worry bout the shift.”
I am him nigga
I am him nigga
Man fuck this shit

Barely ever home but just call me I’m still round
Instead of chasing bitches and niggas to chill round
I been Locked in, focused on making a mil’ now
I ain’t tell you bout that feeling of turning a deal down
Got me scrapping up these crumbs tryna cook up a meal now
My city getting wicked they gripping the steel now
Homie sliding, homicidin’ this shit getting real now
Cousin dropped outta school and he poppin them pills now
Robbing and he bangin the set, so he Ill now
Take a half a bar and he itchin to kill now
It’s either shoot or get shot idk how to feel now
We destroyed so much shit I’m thinking we build now
Lot of niggas left but I’m reppin lil town
Trips overseas but just call me I’m still round
Regardless of that shit that you heard my nigga I’m still down
I’m still down for you
My first album crashed had me sleeping on the cot
My newest shit a smash have me sleepin on the yacht
Villa with the pine floor fuck a house on the block
Them watchmen they bucking shots soon as you stepping on the rocks
Yeah, shots on the rocks my niggas love them some Henny
Rock my Zoe Pound nigga yeah he love him some Remy
Law like the leading scorer how the judge givin’ 50
You send me letters like, “Black I praying you coming to get me.”
Could never forget me
The times that I carried you with me
We was praying for the full, but we was running on empty
I was chillin in the labels, they was worried bout a list
My passport tattooed, I was worried bout a trip
Westbrook lifestyle, I was worried bout a trip
When you shoot like this, that’s a shot you never miss
Had a dream last night, pops said the realist shit
He said, “Son do the work don’t even worry bout the shift.”
I am him nigga
I am him nigga
Man fuck this shit