Tactics - DigDat

When we step 'round there, set piece

I swear me and bro did tactics

Creased up twenties and tens in plastic

Got them in thick elastics

When we step 'round there, set piece

I swear me and bro did tactics

Creased up twenties and tens in plastic

Got them in thick elastics

I was goin' sleep on a blue mat

Coming like I was just doing gymnastics

She was like, «Digs, how you do that?»

I’m young with a drip, not broke and average

But way back when I shoulda been home

I was in the alley with fiends

And you ain’t got teeth for the pole

He’s only got one like Nanny McPhee

Designer clothes, Italian jeans

Every day I’m happy, it seems

And I swear dis bally was clean

'Til I started to sweat

Now it’s damp off steam

I just send it all up, and came back down

Spend all of my worth on this dust

I know I’m gonna make back pounds

But if I put it all in a bowl

You know I’m gonna scrape that 'round

This leng ting callin' me, «bro»

I told her to take dat down

Mu-Mulla, mulla, cake

Coulda, shoulda hit Jummah and prayed

Do street with my hood up in rain

Give lip, Air Max push foot up in face

And I still got this jooker in case

Them hookers, they just give brain

Mash work, go look up my name

Old school like Kunta Kinte

Wanna link plug, then hook up with bae

MM got the dark in wraps, trap mash

MK got cubba in flakes

My trees are black or blue

No chee, no, don’t like the budder in beige

TI, that’s my broski bloodline

On that, I swear I’m gon' pull on mains (Boo-baw)

I don’t even want you to break it

Just taste it, now she’s full up off brain

If I just back this ting

Then I might just wap it and split mans face

Already told them why I can’t rave

'Cause my blade sets off the detector

I just done a O trip 'pon train

And I didn’t even see the inspector

Why they always tell me I’m extra?

Why?

'Cause I’m bringing up things I remember

Seen close friends turn to opps

That’s a lesson learnt, not a loss (No L’s)

Seen too many doors in the seg'

I was all over the map

And so many times I hurt my leg

Just tryna kick open the flat

Now this side boo tryna be baby

How can you blame me if I don’t want it?

Fresh fade under my hood

And lately, everything I smoke’s exotic

Just scrape this bowl, let’s lock it

I got a place you can go and chop it?

But he ain’t gonna bag it 'til later

The slates so sandy

I just got Brandy sand on the trainer

You know that’s paraphernalia

I used to make noodles in the kettle

Hard times, didn’t have a container

And I would’ve put a ring on this money

That’s if I could’ve married this paper (That's my boo)

When we step 'round there, set piece

I swear me and bro did tactics

Creased up twenties and tens in plastic

Got them in thick elastics

I was goin' sleep on a blue mat

Coming like I was just doing gymnastics

She was like, «Digs, how you do that?»

I’m young with a drip, not broke and average