Done Did It - BlakRoc
Yeah ha
Black Keys
What up
Y'all gotta put yo hands up
Yeah I settle back into the breeze
Get my cracker barrel on
And focus on the cheese
Cheddar come cheddar go
Cheddar spend
I'm showin up
In Heaven with a nut
Let us in
The airport
The four point Sheraton
Holdin fifty G's
In the duffel for a friend
He better come get it
A friend is a friend
But if the hunger pain win
Than he better come with it
I done did it
The game in the critic
Puttin' diesel out
Like the Chronicles of Riddick
Im acidic when the cigar is litted
I'm the best of my pedigree
All things considered
I can't count all
The goons outfitted in arraignments
And secret indicts to outwit it
I'm still swampy
B**ches still want me
The impact I had on the block
It still haunts me
So many beards
In the game going grey
The body wanna rest
Put the brain wanna stay
Streets ain't a place
It's a thought
Can't make long money
When niggas tempers is short
I can guarantee
You lose with a short fuse
But I can guarantee
A mink when you think
You done did it
You done did it
You done did it
You want some more
You done did it
You done did it
You done did it
You want some more
Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep
Same ones
Who helped me trap figures
In the street
From the spirit and beyond
They agree
Wealth has a cover price
Death is the fee
I thought clear
When I was younger bout the dime
But the appetite for money
Tends to navigate the mind
I knew smart well
Structured a new cartel
They gave me that new car smell
Vain with a deep sharp pain
OGs dubbin me
The street muck queen
Pokerface in the middle of a drop off
Keep tellin' me he good
Keep my socks on
I'm in a rush
Show the money like Maguire
Or get your a** nestled
In the trunk like a tire
Situations is dire I'm not a new buyer
Get it or you can feel the Cannon
Like Mariah
You done did it
You done did it
You done did it
You want some more
I swear you got me down
You done did it
You done did it
You done did it
You want some more
I swear you got me down
You niggas joke with your money
Sit up in your mans crib
And smoke with your money
Like everythings chummy
Ok well we'll take yours
And we live like the Pope
With your money
Thats funny
Get ghost with your money
And bring the game
A whole new approach
With your money
See you nigges rather
Boast with your money
And see how many b**ches
You can grope with your money
I sell you a jewel
Never let the money overrule
Cause it
Rules over life and the doom
Clean with the vest I stress invest
A ** dealers dream
Is a dream nonetheless
Yeah I settled back into the beat
With the ratchet stickin
Out the cracks in the seat
Now back in the street
My young boys are askin to eat