Letras
Shout out JC Rocket and Stashbox deep in the 305
Talkin' Section 8 Dixie comin' down no land Lord Lake
Every night you hear the scream and silence death rays guns and violence flow
Hammer toe and blaze towed guns since I was fuckin' 8
We had no doors on my car you can call it G
But it was crown creep piece fuckin creep
Back up your sounds are gettin' lyrical and twist
Section 8 life 305 we grind
Section 8 hustle keep it tight
Section 8 streets where we fight
I came back with a new sack and a new game
Section 8 trail ride and my only game I make about 10 an hour because I'm a prowler
I hide in the bushes to get a jump I look for the white girl with the white shit and
a nice pump
I target girls with lots of money
I hang in the bushes that shit ain't not funny
Hey section 8 is great my house has got AC not cuz I paid for it cuz I stole it
from my friend AD
Buried I'm fuckin' buried
I eat from the dumpster now I'm gettin' real blurry
Hey what's in that shit KFC real
Section 8 life 305 we grind
Section 8 hustle keep it tight
Section 8 streets where we fight
Uh he spits it quick with the game when it comes back
The next time it's pain bring it back
Lay yourself son you gotta get it back but like I can't afford
Section 8 housing no landlord
Cardboard box is my only friend at night yeah I'm panhandling again
Move move bitch get out my street
When I walk down the sidewalk I don't even pick up my feet I sweep in dust
I sideways like a crust
I'm on that chronic search but I only can get dust
Section 8 life 305 we grind
Section 8 hustle keep it tight
Section 8 streets where we fight
Angels they flyin' in over me I take it down next time I get crowned the king of
the Section 8 no blame if I had some gold I'd wear it that's my game I'm grimy and
I float hittin' on the next week's treasure trove next now I'm scuzzy I'm scuzzy
I don't bathe or shower