2 Days by Tiny Boost Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse}
Never saw my 19th, 20th or 21st
I ain't get a 22nd, never saw my 23rd
Never got my 24th, 25th or 26th
Birthday nigga cah I was doing hella bird
Thought that I was broke, well I'm back and I'm a hella worse
Still got my stripes cah i put in a hella work
I was in the mud its only right that I was selling dirt
I'm the one that taught niggas how to raise hell on earth
Built bridges with these niggas, fuck em all let em burn
These niggas rapping like some niggas that they never were
Grammar check, never was
Guns they ain't never popped
Weight they ain't never sold and bodies they ain't never dropped
How can I forget my squad? Shit my niggas ride for
How can I forget my block? That shit my niggas died for
Better close my eyes more cos I don't want see these niggas
Real niggas ain't back in style until they, free my niggas
Shit gonna be peak if I go back to my old ways
Cos I've been gang, gang, gang, gang, from them old days
Peckham Boys, Ghetto Boys, O.C, O-Trey
Shit niggas doing now could have never got that old cake
Nigga I was starving so I went and got my own plate
Cooked up that cocaine and a bit of dope slate
I was on my feet until I dropped my ten toes apes
Stabbing niggas up until them pipes and them poles came
Concrete jungle, man was tryna make it home safe
Staring down the barrel of that mac and it was close range
Getting caught slipping nigga, I done had some close shaves
Niggas having shootouts, shots flying both ways
Notting hill carnival we yack a niggas gold chain
First 48 the case, never saying no names
Hit the jail house, stand tall, tie your shoes up
And no one-on-one, you getting rushed until the screws come
I done drew blood, I left cells with a few lumps
But that's how it go you know, you win some and lose some
Shit can get real, you melt a razor in a toothbrush
You ain't bout that life nigga, you ain't gotta prove something but
How you beefing on the road, in jail you ain't do nothing
These niggas got me sick to the point i need a new stomach
Don't get me confused with these newcomers
Cos I ain't here for fame nigga, really tryna do numbers
Tryna run this game, at least for a few summers
When the money coming, these hoes will show their true colours
I was dead broke, locked down no hope
Canteen sheet under my door and it was so low
Thats when I told myself, I ain't going back to this
Ain't no going back to that, my nigga thats a actual fact
My darg doing 30, I don't know how he gone handle that
We gone have to hold him down until we get our mandem back
And nigga I'm a product of a council flat
Where the only way out the trap is break down a ounce of crack
I grew up with gorillas, we stamp out the rats
When they was talking wicked, we brought out the waps
See I was raised, I was trained by the best of them
Hollow, Young Giggs, that nigga Nutts, that nigga Spen and them
And I'ma represent for all my young pecky men
Its time to get this shit in check again
Take your hats off, because its time to show respect again
I lost my guys I guess its time we get revenge again
4 niggas, 4 straps, sliding through the endz again
And we don't pick and choose, my niggas firing on everything
Knocking on that door, these niggas scared to fucking let me in
Your boyfriend a bitch, you might as well just put the dress on him
I heard a rapper snitched so I ain't ever standing next to him
I don't want sit with him, snapchat or instagram pic with him
If he was on fire, I wouldn't piss on him
Let alone spit on him, I'm already sick of him
The shit ridiculous, but thats another story
And that bitch might be bad but she ain't doing nothing for me
And them real niggas in them jails I know they counting on me
And them real niggas in them streets I know they counting on me
I swear down, I'ma make em all proud
If I lie, I cross my heart and I hope to die now
???, that was a joke, I put my face to the ground
And when these people make them U-turns, tell em turn around
You wasn't fucking with me then, so how you fucking with me now
And if these niggas get close, I swear I'll empty something out
Gang!
[Verse}
Never saw my 19th, 20th or 21st
I ain't get a 22nd, never saw my 23rd
Never got my 24th, 25th or 26th
Birthday nigga cah I was doing hella bird
Thought that I was broke, well I'm back and I'm a hella worse
Still got my stripes cah i put in a hella work
I was in the mud its only right that I was selling dirt
I'm the one that taught niggas how to raise hell on earth
Built bridges with these niggas, fuck em all let em burn
These niggas rapping like some niggas that they never were
Grammar check, never was
Guns they ain't never popped
Weight they ain't never sold and bodies they ain't never dropped
How can I forget my squad? Shit my niggas ride for
How can I forget my block? That shit my niggas died for
Better close my eyes more cos I don't want see these niggas
Real niggas ain't back in style until they, free my niggas
Shit gonna be peak if I go back to my old ways
Cos I've been gang, gang, gang, gang, from them old days
Peckham Boys, Ghetto Boys, O.C, O-Trey
Shit niggas doing now could have never got that old cake
Nigga I was starving so I went and got my own plate
Cooked up that cocaine and a bit of dope slate
I was on my feet until I dropped my ten toes apes
Stabbing niggas up until them pipes and them poles came
Concrete jungle, man was tryna make it home safe
Staring down the barrel of that mac and it was close range
Getting caught slipping nigga, I done had some close shaves
Niggas having shootouts, shots flying both ways
Notting hill carnival we yack a niggas gold chain
First 48 the case, never saying no names
Hit the jail house, stand tall, tie your shoes up
And no one-on-one, you getting rushed until the screws come
I done drew blood, I left cells with a few lumps
But that's how it go you know, you win some and lose some
Shit can get real, you melt a razor in a toothbrush
You ain't bout that life nigga, you ain't gotta prove something but
How you beefing on the road, in jail you ain't do nothing
These niggas got me sick to the point i need a new stomach
Don't get me confused with these newcomers
Cos I ain't here for fame nigga, really tryna do numbers
Tryna run this game, at least for a few summers
When the money coming, these hoes will show their true colours
I was dead broke, locked down no hope
Canteen sheet under my door and it was so low
Thats when I told myself, I ain't going back to this
Ain't no going back to that, my nigga thats a actual fact
My darg doing 30, I don't know how he gone handle that
We gone have to hold him down until we get our mandem back
And nigga I'm a product of a council flat
Where the only way out the trap is break down a ounce of crack
I grew up with gorillas, we stamp out the rats
When they was talking wicked, we brought out the waps
See I was raised, I was trained by the best of them
Hollow, Young Giggs, that nigga Nutts, that nigga Spen and them
And I'ma represent for all my young pecky men
Its time to get this shit in check again
Take your hats off, because its time to show respect again
I lost my guys I guess its time we get revenge again
4 niggas, 4 straps, sliding through the endz again
And we don't pick and choose, my niggas firing on everything
Knocking on that door, these niggas scared to fucking let me in
Your boyfriend a bitch, you might as well just put the dress on him
I heard a rapper snitched so I ain't ever standing next to him
I don't want sit with him, snapchat or instagram pic with him
If he was on fire, I wouldn't piss on him
Let alone spit on him, I'm already sick of him
The shit ridiculous, but thats another story
And that bitch might be bad but she ain't doing nothing for me
And them real niggas in them jails I know they counting on me
And them real niggas in them streets I know they counting on me
I swear down, I'ma make em all proud
If I lie, I cross my heart and I hope to die now
???, that was a joke, I put my face to the ground
And when these people make them U-turns, tell em turn around
You wasn't fucking with me then, so how you fucking with me now
And if these niggas get close, I swear I'll empty something out
Gang!