Blue Story

Blue Story Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bino Rideaux]
Bust out the meter, this one for Tunechi and Jeter, yeah
Just one song for all my loved ones, yeah
We ain’t keepin’ score, just know I’m up somethin’, yeah
Trust nothing, yeah
Bought that b**ch champagne, I sip on mud bubbly
We had went and got it when it was nothing, yeah
Thankful for my third, I got love something, yeah
Somebody gotta be there, I got drugs coming, yeah
Roof to floor my window, so on and so far
I’m the perfect nigga for lil’ shawty, she like dope boys
Jumping off that jet, b**ches like, “I think that’s ol’ boy”
I just spent this Percocet, can you do it ’til your throat sore?
I got real ones that gon’ die for me, don’t feel me
Father took my dawg, left me empty, huh
All we know is thuggin’, ain’t no other way for me, yeah
I can tell it’s fake, so keep your love away from me, yeah
Sippin’ in my coupe, uh, listening to Cole World
Visiting my youth, still got feelings for my old girl
Shawty think she owed something, did this on my own, girl
Tryna be optimistic, I be really in my own world
Pour that deuce up, can’t resist, yeah
Gotta be on my toes, I know niggas wan’ push my sh*t back
Lot of these niggas done folded on me, labels tryna push my sh*t back
That means gotta keep them loads coming, ‘member my sh*t wasn’t lit yet

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
No time for no changes, yeah
My b**ch like that coupe, that b**ch is brainless, yeah
Now them b**ches f**k me like I’m famous, yeah
This ain’t what you want, this how I came with it
Gotta be real if you gon’ try and speak my language
You gotta be real if you gon’ try and speak my language

[Post-Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
We were children, went through hell
Don’t think you know me too well
Syrup in my Jones, I identify with you well
Heard lil’ Bino on, yeah, lil’ Bino on, ooh, yeah
I’m still off the Percocet, ‘cept now I take a few pills
Uncomfortable with sh*t I need to do still, yeah

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Sliding through the trenches, I keep two shooters on standby (At least)
Smoking, reminiscing on the day I watched my man die (My nigga)
Social, kept it anti, any fade offered, I ran mine (Run mine)
Cards, I used to scam mine, do this sh*t for my grandma (mama)
We playing ball, then check it up (Check it up)
I do this for the brodies lost they life, I pray they resting up
Wish I could take that ride with ’em (I wish)
f**k 12, we ain’t confessin’ nothin’, rather die with ’em (I’d rather die)
It’s all in the eyes, chico (Chico)
They never lie, nigga (Never lie)
Sick and tired of just waiting, I really despise probation (Hungry)
Nipsey provided greatness, I’m sipping in moderation (Neighborhood)
We really get treated filthy, the system gotta be racist (Gotta be)
We die for this occupation, see drama inside our faces (You see it)
So far from living average, I seen my bro in a casket (I seen him)
As a young nigga, I done seen a lot of sh*t you cannot imagine (You can’t)
Mama told me, “Dave, slow it down,” I just wanna go faster (I’m speeding)
I’m thinking Leek, how you die on me, nigga? I had so much to ask you (So much)
We was nineteen drinkin’ Mad Dog, we just wanted some action (2020)
Before we ever heard about a virus, we was running with masks (Masked up)
Glock 40 when I go to sleep, kept it under my mattress (Beam on it)
This lifestyle that I’m living now, I just wanted to have it (I wanted it)
I go to Dallas, they treat me like one of the Mavericks (Mavericks)
I’m watching my body, I ordered a salad, this sh*t is so automatic (Automatic)
Never no fear in my heart, anything you asking for, you can have it (I got it)
Go where I go, see what I see, come take a walk through the madness (Walk with me)

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
No time for no changes, yeah
My b**ch like that coupe, that b**ch is brainless, yeah
Now them b**ches f**k me like I’m famous, yeah
This ain’t what you want, this how I came with it
Gotta be real if you gon’ try and speak my language
You gotta be real if you gon’ try and speak my language

[Post-Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
We were children, went through hell
Don’t think you know me too well
Syrup in my Jones, I identify with you well
Heard lil’ Bino on, yeah, lil’ Bino on, ooh, yeah
I’m still off the Percocet, ‘cept now I take a few pills
Uncomfortable with sh*t I need to do still, yeah