Harsh Ave - Stalley

Am from where the retched souls mingle

Dope house jumping, junkies fightin' for a single

Cops always rollin' up, cause ounces we be rollin' up

Shooting dice with choppers hub

Jade niggas we be holding up

Right in front that green canasta

Underneath thousand cameras

For we was famished, never mind who was watching us

Careless with our actions

York-view apartments packed then

I’ll spend right and then out hustle it of

Supply it too way hard

And soft for my options, when I hit the strips

Different types of finns outchea they all need a fix

The uppers and the downers, they haters all around us

I feel 'em when they come to me to drawn out

Attention from these cowards

Between dirt roads and filth with flowers

I sit and dream for hours

Same mind state is the mental to

To got a couple of screws loose

Saw 'em riding bad tyres

Still howling out all notes on blast

Easter pink and a flash

Mid west nigga ask about how we conduct ish

Chevy fully dressed with the black lips

Max spin, if they run make em back flip

We thrive of the classics

So be careful down ma memory lane

A lot of memory stained

The seamen of the south east side

Until rain falls and push it all to the side

Word to momma won’t let ma memories die

Milqtown am down to ride

As I introduce myself one last time