UNLOAD

LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS

Ain’t got no doe but blowing dro

Staying fly from head to toe

Looking rich but we poor

Baby this is how it goes

Hangin at the corner store, drinking on a forty yo

Ain’t no other place to go so this is all we know

When you’re raised in the ghetto baby better roll low

Cause when them gun shots flow

You better hit the floor

When we rock the show I got my crew in the front row

Cock your gats back, It’s time to unload

Setting fire to the game cause it’s time for a change

I know you’re tired of these lames

So look at we swang

If you ain’t living on the edge you just taking up space

In this rat race full of snakes out for the papes

We give a whole lot more then what you paid for

Music’s meant to uplift

Not just getting tricks and rings and chains and whips

That’s cool, but there’s more to this then just talking shit

What does it take to break through to your ignorant crew

They think I’m acting brand new but I got old shoes

And stand toe to toe with anybody who wants to go

Cock your gats back

It’s time to Unload

Ain’t got no dough but blowing dro

Staying fly from head to toe

Looking rich but we poor

Baby this is how it goes

Hangin at the corner store, drinking on a forty yo

Ain’t no other place to go so this is all we know

When you’re raised in the ghetto baby better roll low

Cause when them gun shots flow

You better hit the floor

When we rock the show I got my crew in the front row

Cock your gats back, It’s time to unload

As above so below all in time all is time

In the mind we grow

Red light, green light, Gots to go

Bootstraps bill, can’t sit still or move slow

Gotta get the dough

Rent overdue

Gas bill due

Light bill due

Phone bill due

Baby gotta eat to

It’s hard to stay positive when you got to provide and give

Make you wanna sell crack to the kids

Pull a strap and do a bid

With life as hard as it is just to try and live

We bring the heat like a stove and you can’t stop my glow

Cock your gats back, It’s time to unload

Ain’t got no dough but blowing dro

Staying fly from head to toe

Looking rich but we poor

Baby this is how it goes

Hangin at the corner store, drinking on a forty yo

Ain’t no other place to go so this is all we know

When you’re raised in the ghetto baby better roll low

Cause when them gun shots flow

You better hit the floor

When we rock the show I got my crew in the front row

Cock your gats back, It’s time to unload