Send* corrections to the typist Yo
for, real Y'all
living in a dream world Rexdale
It's
a reality world right here for, real Yeah
[First
Verse] Yo
I'm stuck in this organized crime life Shook
slingers get robbed blind Soldier
ain't afraid to do time We
run the range like a militant co-thug Meanwhile
on the streets what, I kill is just throw slugs Supplying
the corner so, them dealers can sell drugs Now
you see my block get hot Rob
or shoot and get shot Police
wanna know our names yo that's, why we stay low I'm
caught up between my music and street life My
blood is like my heart dear God And
my gat is my wife This
world is spinning into sicker times thawing, like ice Hated
female probation officers they, boook us for spite I'm
living fouler ever, since Squiggs lost his life Hard
cold stone don't, give f k**you get blown Never
talk my s t**on phone ever since I came home You
puff your glass jaw I, puff my marley sit on the rail You
tell your untruth I, tell reality from Rexdale [Chorus
1] Material
world - got me addicted Drug
money corners - got me addicted Them
sawed down barrels - got me addicted Guarding
my heart - but still I'm addicted [Second
Verse] Yo
I got hit ever, since worse No
I never did snatch purse example, My
palm grips the pearl handle Too
many flaws in the way that, makes us disturbed Like
pulling out broad, daylight like I got some nerve The
only thing now this, music got my face baited This
leaves me more risk round snitches and hipocrites Place
under warrents they, want me on the cell block Trying
to give me fourteen years and keep me on lock Surround
my house front, and back in the night light wishing to book me Two
in the morning but they can't find me trying, to look me Ain't
nothing much to say after, the street already hook me I
guess I'm addicted like my mind has took me - took me We
be dealing with this physical some, lie regardless Sometimes
the bigger the grains who hit hardest I
never boast about it be, smart like the smartest I
wipe it off I, loaded it with leather gloves regardless Chorus
1 [Chorus
2 ]:My
Rexdale blocks - got me addicted All
them work nights - got me addicted Undeath
fast money - got me addicted Guarding
my heart - but still I'm addicted [Third
Verse] I'm
from the Rex-village dollar, signs who's quick to stick it Run
up in your house to be specific Ain't
nothing perfect or terrific so, lay down quick Special
delivery of open burn wound inflicted I
guess they like the way we dip it Gangster
walks the, way we talk And
the way we lie they down on they sidewalk Face
down on the rich block mask, up right to my eyelids Stick
and move quick on, the run like a fugitive Stay
communicated from back roads to pay phones I
never talk too long I, switch clothes No
time for normal wasting wash, vinegar inside your basement Chorus
1 & 2; [Outro
]:Know
what I mean for real Rexdale
know, what I mean Where
ever you from Got
you addicted All
my peeps locked down Hold
it down know, what I mean Keep
the faith for real All
my peoples on the block hustling, Peoples
working doing, what ever you got to do Doing
what you got to do to survive Keep
doing you thing L-D-C
Infinite For
real