Smoke DZA - Early Days Of George Lyrics
Smoke DZA Lyrics
Early Days Of George Lyrics
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Riiight, burn the block down now I'm rapeing the spot
They blowing up my phone got em' waiting to cop
Un, drought here so I'm raising the stocks
I been grinding since TDKs with the tape on the top
Un, getting schooled by my uncle Kenny Brooks
Early 90s when the money was coming in books
Me and my niggas use to wrestle in the basement
All I wanted was some low and a fresh pair of eights then
Fastfoward few years I had eighths and
Quarters too for the afordable
A few of my friends was on the crack and the coke scale
I hit Cali and got the ticket on the whole sale
[Chorus:]
(Un) This is the story of a come up
(Riiight) 25-8 till the sun up
(Riiight) You already know my status par
This is my Hustler's Catelog
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
(Un) From my nigga Spitta view
I think I see his vison too
Jet planes super highed up flying to Peru
In a high rise flying through cities
Living like spys, story of our lives
We hustle and that's the truth
I know my mama glad I raise my ass off that stoop
A got a little clout
Gotta feed a lot of mouths
But you know I'm still hookie pookie in
Got one foot in one foot out
Tried to be relax
But everytime shit gets I'll shit be still
Calling me back it's a force
Fascinated by it something like an allure
Do this shit for the cause, Mane (Mane)
[Chorus:]
This is the story of a come up
(Riiight) 25-8 till the sun up
(Riiight) You already know my status par
(Un) This is my Hustler's Catelog
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Ridin' dirty with dutchie behind the wheel
Like we ain't lighting shit till we get outta here
I was kinda shook up I ain't gone front
You would be too with Max B numbers in the trunk
The PC was sweeter than sweet tea
Got me out the slump ate Peter Lugers for lunch
That's how a boss should eat though
Hustle hard cause' every day my twins feet grow
(Un) Baby sitter ain't cheap, bitch want 400 a week
But on the bright side it could be all worse
Tax returns hit cop more work
[Chorus:]
(Un) This is the story of a come up
(Riiight) 25-8 till the sun up
(Riiight) You already know my status par
This is my Hustler's Catelog
Riiight, burn the block down now I'm rapeing the spot
They blowing up my phone got em' waiting to cop
Un, drought here so I'm raising the stocks
I been grinding since TDKs with the tape on the top
Un, getting schooled by my uncle Kenny Brooks
Early 90s when the money was coming in books
Me and my niggas use to wrestle in the basement
All I wanted was some low and a fresh pair of eights then
Fastfoward few years I had eighths and
Quarters too for the afordable
A few of my friends was on the crack and the coke scale
I hit Cali and got the ticket on the whole sale
[Chorus:]
(Un) This is the story of a come up
(Riiight) 25-8 till the sun up
(Riiight) You already know my status par
This is my Hustler's Catelog
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
(Un) From my nigga Spitta view
I think I see his vison too
Jet planes super highed up flying to Peru
In a high rise flying through cities
Living like spys, story of our lives
We hustle and that's the truth
I know my mama glad I raise my ass off that stoop
A got a little clout
Gotta feed a lot of mouths
But you know I'm still hookie pookie in
Got one foot in one foot out
Tried to be relax
But everytime shit gets I'll shit be still
Calling me back it's a force
Fascinated by it something like an allure
Do this shit for the cause, Mane (Mane)
[Chorus:]
This is the story of a come up
(Riiight) 25-8 till the sun up
(Riiight) You already know my status par
(Un) This is my Hustler's Catelog
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Ridin' dirty with dutchie behind the wheel
Like we ain't lighting shit till we get outta here
I was kinda shook up I ain't gone front
You would be too with Max B numbers in the trunk
The PC was sweeter than sweet tea
Got me out the slump ate Peter Lugers for lunch
That's how a boss should eat though
Hustle hard cause' every day my twins feet grow
(Un) Baby sitter ain't cheap, bitch want 400 a week
But on the bright side it could be all worse
Tax returns hit cop more work
[Chorus:]
(Un) This is the story of a come up
(Riiight) 25-8 till the sun up
(Riiight) You already know my status par
This is my Hustler's Catelog
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