Dark Angel, dark basement, part vacant
These are the places we congregate in
We just, counting up faces
Back to the basics keep scheming
Block get hot as a right angle
Ninety degrees the streets steaming
The album is cooking I'm baking it up
Ain't making no pastries I no why they hate me
I'm everything that these niggas can't be
Damn it I new it they banging my old shit
I'm making my new shit
I ride with my old bitch you niggas is stupid
I'm flipping my wrist I gotta recoup it
There ain't no blue print
The way that we do shit
You no, instructions never included
Tried and truest
Niggas is foolish
Niggas be bickering
The weight to heavy shit the digi is flickering
Ice cold my spirit is blistering I hear um whispering
One foot, up in them tenements you start it we finish it
Yeah, the babies is innocent
The police treat us like immigrants
My Niggas is militant shit
They really don't no what they dealing with
How real is this
Hodgie & DJ Ib-Rease - Forty Six Lyrics
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Dark Angel, dark basement, part vacant
These are the places we congregate in
We just, counting up faces
Back to the basics keep scheming
Block get hot as a right angle
Ninety degrees the streets steaming
The album is cooking I'm baking it up
Ain't making no pastries I no why they hate me
I'm everything that these niggas can't be
Damn it I new it they banging my old shit
I'm making my new shit
I ride with my old bitch you niggas is stupid
I'm flipping my wrist I gotta recoup it
There ain't no blue print
The way that we do shit
You no, instructions never included
Tried and truest
Niggas is foolish
Niggas be bickering
The weight to heavy shit the digi is flickering
Ice cold my spirit is blistering I hear um whispering
One foot, up in them tenements you start it we finish it
Yeah, the babies is innocent
The police treat us like immigrants
My Niggas is militant shit
They really don't no what they dealing with
How real is this
These are the places we congregate in
We just, counting up faces
Back to the basics keep scheming
Block get hot as a right angle
Ninety degrees the streets steaming
The album is cooking I'm baking it up
Ain't making no pastries I no why they hate me
I'm everything that these niggas can't be
Damn it I new it they banging my old shit
I'm making my new shit
I ride with my old bitch you niggas is stupid
I'm flipping my wrist I gotta recoup it
There ain't no blue print
The way that we do shit
You no, instructions never included
Tried and truest
Niggas is foolish
Niggas be bickering
The weight to heavy shit the digi is flickering
Ice cold my spirit is blistering I hear um whispering
One foot, up in them tenements you start it we finish it
Yeah, the babies is innocent
The police treat us like immigrants
My Niggas is militant shit
They really don't no what they dealing with
How real is this
Writer: Brandon Hodgers
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