Shy Glizzy – Double 00 lyrics

Buddah Bless this beat

These n***** like to hate, that’s why I play it safe
Say, “Whats today’s date?” B**** I don’t know, I sell weight
Feel like every day’s my birthday ’cause b****, I get cake
Damn near felt like an earthquake, our opps just got erased
Natural born killer, that n**** ’bout his business
I gotta ask for forgiveness, ain’t talk to God in a minute
And if my n***** want ransom, then you better hope they get it
I’m screamin’ “F*** cancer!” Hope my granny keep livin’
My son gon’ be a king, he won’t see the s*** I’ve seen
I’ll talk to him, and tell him he can be whatever he dream
‘Cause dada had a dream, just like Martin Luther King
Down the mall, across U.S.A., on n***** TV screens

I just got some new ice now, and I feel a little cooler
I just got some new hoes now, and I feel a little smoother
Sellin’ glizzies to your block, like f*** your lower shooter
Big money, s***, b****, f*** your lower moolah
You know I keep it G, so don’t ask me ’bout no ho
She belong to the streets, but my b**** belong to Marq
And, yeah, I came from nothin’, my favorite number double O
Yeah, I’ma keep thuggin’, baby, ’til its time to go

I feel like I’m blessed, ayy, I feel like the best
I just got an AK, yeah, I feel like Malcolm X
F***** in my Adidas, only thing I dream about is s**
We f***** inside my Maybach, yeah, I put it [?]
And they call me the realest n****, if you didn’t know
Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, my name got weight just like gold
And we can off your children if you motherfuckin’ troll
I just want a billion, thats my long-term goal
You say you gettin’ money, well, I’m really gettin’ money
Remember I was poor, I used to look at Mr. Drummond
We not a competition, I just keep on shittin’ on ’em
F*** what a hater thinkin’, I’m a real big homie

I just got some new ice now, and I feel a little cooler
I just got some new hoes now, and I feel a little smoother
Sellin’ glizzies to your block, like f*** your lower shooter
Big money, s***, b****, f*** your lower moolah
You know I keep it G, so don’t ask me ’bout no ho
She belong to the streets, but my b**** belong to Marq
And, yeah, I came from nothin’, my favorite number double O
Yeah, I’ma keep thuggin’, baby, ’til its time to go