Drug Dealer

Mamma was a drug dealer, but she was the best, ke…

An episode of the INDIGO CHILD podcast, hosted by INDIGO CHILD, titled "Drug Dealer" was published on August 27, 2019 and runs 2 minutes.

August 27, 2019 ·2m · INDIGO CHILD

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Summary

Mamma was a drug dealer, but she was the best, kept us all inside so she won't feel pain in her chest, from losing one of her kids, so she did what she did, always had my pops round, moved down south he stood up town, and my daddy was a drug dealer, shit couldn't been any clearer, shit couldn't been any realer, ware you think I got my hustle? fucking with a cheer leader, she just want me to feel her, had no cash,so your boy was a drug dealer, my brother was a drug dealer, I go ware ever he go, lock and loaded pistol, had work hiddin like brasco, this is a fiasco, with drugs since iwas a rascal, smokin on that purple, eyes low like steve ercle, only have a few friends riddin round in my circle, pass it to the left, life is just a test, and my sister was a drug dealer, had to pay bills, so I know I feel her, stay away from the reeper, so that fire was a keeper, myself bangin through my speakers, polo signs on my sneakers, I do solo track fuck features, labels full of leeches, we indi, we the freest, life will never again, fall into pieces, have no regrets, we just out here surviving, we just out here grinding, nothing wrong with hood shinnin, and ghetto rhymin, as long as they get the message, stay a rebel and rep it, confusing, like a game of Tetris, instead with signs and letters, don't make it any better, I'm cold in every weather, want Gucci made of leather, we just want to do better, stay focused to the letter, get rich by peaceful measure, till life is full of pleasure, one uncle was a drug dealer, the other was a fiend, can only imagine, what was in there dreams, see i never been that deep, I just wet my feet, Tio Berto got fourteen, i was barely a teen, man shit was obscene, but he said its nothing, just stay up, and stay clean, don't give up, and chase my dreams, I can do anything, found my fountain of youth, i stand in the booth, and ill always spit the truth, last forever, yessss I can be the best, if I do my best, give a hundred, nigga no less, till I'm down to rest, ima be a pest, the host, yall the guest, i say fuck the rest, step pop was a drug dealer, in Orlando with the gorillas, chasin after them vehicals, shit was so cynical, we were pushed to the pinical, pigs raided, shit got difficult, wonder why a nigga so lyrical, really though, feel me bro