Hook: I got a thousand niggas that'll ride 4 me UOENO So when we hear you talk that homicide homie We ain't even going Cause when this rap and real world collide phony U ain't even showing Your face or coming outside homie And it ain't even snowing Verse 1: Yeah... Niggas oh so emotional With them soft words Frank Ocean flow Pyramids I'm like peel the lid you reveal the mids Boy niggas Still spill on bibs I avoid niggas Like potholes, hot hoes I still linger though I'm no better But I just know better Muchacho So my feelings only involved On how a nigga choose 2 handle me My seed, the chick on my arm Or any muthafucka that's fam 2 U don't want the sanity 2 pause Paul bearer wit ya family Or the nurse rewrapping that gauze I'm just tryna give u a lil clarity Ughhhh Its AV mufucka UAENO I'm on yo ass muhfucka U couldn't see a half Muhfucka Standing on the head of a giraffe Muhfucka Been passed muhfuckas Shit lapped muhfuckas Got ya bitch askin y the fuck u rap Muhfucka Since she heard me on a track Wit Swiff Tax In the bac of a lac I pay insurance 4 No bull manuer Get it You-bitch-is-a-fan-of-squad Turn-her-on-and-she-spin-4-the-mob Bend-and-she-bob Wit-no-feelings-involved No-cielings-no-walls These-villians-2-ill-ya And I'm doper than any nigga you run across Gone run em off Ill drag em through the mud Like the water in the flood Send em runnin off While I'm just fuckin off Time Career killa I'm 4 realer my nigga Gorilla glass splitter Rhymes Mash on these pussies While the massengil dryin I just laugh at u rookies Like Kobe boy Phil fine Hook x 2 Verse 2: I'm from that side where they blocka that thang Whether choppa Or that sawed off shotty From they grandfather's locker Snub 38 Lil rust around the collar If it bust Trust the paramedics Rush em 2 the doctor Where niggas lay seed Blame the greed of baby momma Instead of tending to the needs Rather fill another scama Then wonder y the drama She don't know another speed Shit... She need diapers and quick weave And u done got her use to a life that she can't lead And these chicken gone give her advice She gone head So the first nigga thinkin she nice And throw cheese Put the rat in a trap she won't leave Niggas rappin that trap But won't bleed A block, corner, curb Wit a pac a bunk weed And if they ever get in a funk Its no G in em You can get popped by a punk B4 u pop open ya trunk That's y I open the blunt Gut it and fill it Leave a lil space in the tuck B4 I seal it Burn a couple sticks in the truck Tell my committee wussuup Hit up a biddie to bump Then go drill it... Then its back to my B-I Money over B-I Itches till I D-I Polo and Levi Fit wit a fitted for the tint Tell them haters they can vent But can't see I Hook x 2

Verse: First off half of these niggas aint on shit They burst off praying to God the chrome miss Cause inside the conflict In they mind Is the false sense They designed To outwit And outshine Through outfits And the crime That crowds where they recline They fall vic Now the pride Is all stitched In a grind of two zips A nine wit few prints That aligned a few sticks never found itself Splitting a mind Wit two clicks Ughhh Did I lose you Bitch don't kill my usual And I aint mean to call u out ya name But you fuckin up the game Playin wit these moods dude im in my muse dude Brick walls that I can move through And remove you From that confidence You like condiments on my food dude I keep a common bitch Condomed dick I aint the type of cat That u can con and shit I don't contemplate Don't got common sense See these kind of thoughts Could rule a continent... So in common bitch We aint got nothing but time to vent Sittin here smokin uncommon piff By the ball courts On the North Commons bench So I'm Northside till they grave me Biscuit wit no gravy Cant a nigga in 50 block radius Fuck wit this alias Rock wit young A-V And my team rawer Than fiends mouth On that eiffy I got love for niggas But its fuck them niggas That crack a smile behind my back hate me I mean cowards they come in all colors Disguised as your brother They think you on top But soon as shit stutters They hop on another team hoping another's dream Pop Look inside yourself Is u really a man Or need another hand to hold ya belt Watch who you callin fam These leaches'll Lean and keep 4 self Bridge: You rockin wit the homeboy, with the homeboy x 4 You rockin wit the homeboy A-V And i aint got time 4 the haters Out of sight Out of mind See ya later You rockin wit the homeboy A-V You know its money over bullshit Bum ass bitches Bad bidness We don't fool wit And im just vibin Tryna stay high In the city Where the silly niggas live And the real niggas die x 2

Verse: Hold up 4 tha muhfuckin gar get rolled up 4 the muhfuckin bar get poed up If them hoes ain't cutting Tell them hoes stop fronting Nigga ain't got time 4 the hold up Bluffing when the seal been peeled And the pills been popped And the gars been gutted U ain't talkin bout nothing Baby click them heels Holla hit that block On a tip 4 my bop Bad bitch from the top 2 the bottom Red on the bra Match the red under bottoms Just a lil red doll Wit a temper that's a problem Bring my wood to a timber Wit the head she a goblin Whoa... and I never gotta send her Never gotta spin her Shawty let me in the center In the dead of winter Or the middle in summer Gone turn into a sinner Anywhere I wanna fuck her Huh She ain't in love wit ya boy Got a lame at the crib She replaced wit a toy I just hit her in his place Leave her face full of boys If I get it in her hair Blank stare, she annoyed See Yo chick she so thirsty Got rubbers in her purse G Ain't have to make a purchase Shorty sip me like a slurpee AV...

Verse 1: Pray 4 me I hope u ain't prey 4 me Playing with the predators Park where u lay homie I label my competitors Chalk in the pave Lonely In the dark in a grave I bury your brave phony ass Only AV From that N-S Invest the time With the pen Like I'm tryna ride a sentence Out I'm off that Midwest clout Cluckers and hustlers Bend corners Where a few stressed out Living wit monsters Come Kick it amongst us Liqour, swishers, and bitches Is all Here in my function And niggas got they drillers so... Every single move you make is critical Yeah We kinda cynical Over here No residual Income coming in Niggas running in Where u interlude Huh & They lookin at u like dinner food We give a fuck about the ridicule They give us miniscule amounts And living room So we shoulder to shoulder Shouldering load Wit no shoulder to lean on On the shoulder of the road Road trips wit pillows in the load We know risk But live it likes its no risk Fishing 4 the gold Sometimes its just goldfish Missing is the goals and the hope When u give a man a half To keep him whole Ain't looking 4 no hand out here to hold We probably flipping grams 2 feed the fold You're more than welcome... Verse 2: You're more than welcome 2 walk where the war is present Walk 2 the corner store 4 swishers, squares, and protection Know Them young boys give a fuck about ya presence A fuck about ya message Probably tucking a weapon They gone... 2 zips and a strip And they on And they don't even need a bed to lay on Got a problem wit the Js Shit... They probably get they K on And what's an L When it's M's That Niggas focus faith on I done seen racks seen racks multiply off a G pack Seen crack snatch a nigga from where he sleep at Watched my nigga leak And we treat that No Pitol They'll cuff em 2 till he recover Then chirp the police back Check em U more than welcome 2 walk where the beef is brewing Peep through ya shutters Where these colors keep brothers feuding Foolish is what they call us Ruthless and living lawless It's zombies and vampires here These streets is haunted Clear

Hook: I'm just smokin on the sour Yeah I'm just smokin on this sour Talkin to my niggas Bout ways we can devour The game Stand over these lames like twin towers Yeah I'm just smokin on this sour Yeah A lil open off this sour Tryna find a way Out of this maze duckin these cowards Yeah... I'm just smokin on this sour Verse 1: Sunday morning we wake up an go to church Unconcerned with the sermon Just servin for what its worth these generational curses Are realer than death and birth Is it God or Self u question first When its fucked up huh Oh yeah you fucked up huh Lost in the rhythm Off beat In and out of prison No in and out the system Go in come out to supervision Piss in a cup To twist in a dutch U need permission... So... giving a fuck Not in the vision... Nah... As i turn on the television Evening news tellin me That im bad news Felony in my dad shoes No Cindy in glass shoes No pumpkin Just an onion... Scale it I bag it up then I'm dumpin Matching blunts full of something Miraculous for the puffin These back to backs Got my cardiovascular Vessels pumpin Like oversized woofers Boxed in the trunk You hear me coming Wondering What if Red was never fed Would the outcome Be Little or X following Malcom Steve Harvey or Marcus Garvey Think like a man or man an army To outthink this clandestine plan Plan 4 a party We rather Funerals bring vigils where we gather Light candles then scatter Tell me what happens after Keep asking me what's the matter Employers kin to the masters As i'mma kin to the captured Soul, conscience, and staggered Ya dig Hook Monday morning we wake up and go work Or sleep in Until the geeks in position to make it chirp The hustle come wit a hassle No matter how you convert Your time into currency Vipers 4eva lurk bury me in the dirt 4 u carry me like a kirk resthaven or patron of harlotry in a skirt these matrons dont move with honor they hoeing b4 they birth The woman that they'll become When they learn to value they worth U wisdom b4 u earth But knowledge born wisdom These not the lessons they teaching In college dorm systems I'm like a carnivore itching For a victim In sess pool a prey When I'm merged with the rhythm Emerge from conditions Where cops'll pop u And play the role 2 weeks of paid vacation For resting niggas souls Rest in peace to Mookie Moe Bless his parents They ridin for Trayvon Round here we riding for Terrence Wit a hieghtened awareness That we the life's That they care less They rather cuff us And pair us In 6 by 8s Cuz they fear us... Scared 2 come near us... The life of the fearless... Hook Verse 3: Friday evening We fit up and hit the club Looking for something new to hit Knowing something that loves At home Probably where ya kids And your stash at And if its equal trust with 2 Its no way to half that So you do the math black You halfway playing But expect more than halfback I quarterback pass that Jewel Do what u want wit I'm giving u Shit... I'm just painting the visual Younger days used to hunger For hoes in numbers Some fuckin Some letting u whip they vehicles Visa swipin Its nothing They lust is deeper Then so are the depths they would go to Confusing infatuation wit love Trying to show you They down But u don't wanna raise her U just want her to go down That ain't how her momma raised her But that's how it go down I know its fucked up right But when u raised up where they thug U ain't really chasing love ya dig Hook

I said its levels to this shit B4 he laced the bezel It was pedals on the pitch The federals The snitch The team separation Cuz he meddled wit a bitch That had his partner's feelings In a wrestling event I'm talkin levels To the point where he unsettled With his risks Talk 2 God B4 he sleep But ask the devil 4 his gifts And He aint given back A coin of metal in this bitch baby momma steamin kettle cuz his daughter into shit And he aint playin father so her fallin in a ditch is not a problem he can handle aint a dollar that can fix a young girl in her adolescence amongst her peers got a heavy presence built like a heaven's blessing but she aint built with her daddy lessons so she looking for a nigga in her daddy image indiscretions had in her lobbies where the guest would check in poppin that molly getting popped off like her body was the fist the tec in i say its levels cause her pimps impressions Got her believing he's a king and she's some shit to step in but momma in the dark and she aint really seeing through the fights so she can't really bring an ounce of clarity in sight And he think she just trippin to pay much attention take time away from currency the perils now in flight And his former running mate done patched the beef up that bitch aint none of mine ain't none of yours nothing to speak up plus he got a lik for 40 bricks wit nothin recut talkin 50/50 split no other partners in the prenump so they parked it with the heat tucked knowing they was holding but they leaning on that homie card aint planning on the sneak up 1 faded two dred heads that never peaked up 1 floor front and back door tight on the sneak up So homie hit the mix holding stomach whats the fix baldie asked where the bathroom fam i got the shits Homie let him through the window While the toilet flushing water running Stepped inside the shower homie stepped out left the door adjusted bought a lil pack to keep em busy The he came in from the back with the strap getting busy left the dreds leaking for they drew semi Should seen the way froze While he let auto empty told baldie gone play the fool and join em or give the white up bagged up and ghost left the host hog tied up Hit a couple corners then they switched the ride up Now they liks hit Wit more bricks than they eyed up Settled on a stash Hotel getting fried up Homie told him he been pimpin And them hoes was coming right up Should of seen his eyes light up For some tits and nice butt Homie been a trick Known to change they whole life up But what he didn't know That niggas envy never dried up While homie in love the bitch He had her legs wide up soft knock on the door 3 bitches wit leather bags one followed by the other eyes covered in partial masks filling weed inside his scama Left the room to take a call The other line was his man tellin bout homie flaws heard the door open and close hammer out on the draw reluctantly stepped back into a double cross 4 goons in the room now all look familiar like he grew up built and burned bridges with these niggas Damn near threw up When them hoes came out they mask He seen his first and his last Done finally grew up Before he got grip on the mag They left him chewed up Daughter tryna cover her dad She pushin tulips Daisies crazy How its all screwed up When ya niggas ain't ya niggas And ya family just a loose nut When devils in the mix Ain't no tellin how you'll choose up Its levels to this shit my nigga Watch how u move up

Yeah Im Talkin Skrill Yeah im Talkin Bump Yeah Im Talkin Tru He keep a few in the trunk And Yeah im talkin Brad Keep tellin him not to dump Hell yeah im talkin Smiph We rackin these bitches up And Yeah Im Talkin Swiff You know that im talkin Ill Yeah Im talkin Guce My covenant in the field Fuck it though Turn a half zip 2 a whole zip 2 a QP To a whole brick Thats 4-48 16 to break Or hit the interstate A lil more risk I tell Haulk J To let the lark spray Hell clear the whole block Like its a swat day I got JetLoud Im wit GMB You at a Dead End U got beef wit A I aint popping shit Im just confident That my confidants Equate dominance Y contemplate When its common sense... Aint nobody fuckin wit my clique

Verse: As I Bless the bottle Twist the cap Pour From the liter 2 the floor 4 my niggas Thats never more A reservoir of liquor Flooding my pores And liver Stuttering thoughts They whisper Through flashbacks That flicker Like street lights In residents Where niggas dont speak life And death is just a product Of the process so we like Fuck it Long as a half zip Under 2 hunniiid My boost bill Under 50 Aint a knot in my stomach Im... thuggin to the cradle maaaan Throw an extra 50 to the cable man I need them extra channels And my booster got the retros With the suede on the panel Levis and the baby clothes Toys when the kay bee close Hood living wit a hazy glow Sittin in the lens of my looker Onlookers should pay me no Mind Focused on a fiscal return Official Im from where the whistles Carry missles that burn Through tissue And all they leave u with Is ashes, an urn, i miss you On a t shirt Then they dropping the clean dirt Any retaliation that happen Is just police work... And all they sayin is niggas need church A masque or something A masquerade of monsters Running around with they bastard ways Wit constant run in wit law like its master slave Bars and chains Flesh exchanged U do the math... As I Peel the seel Split the sweet Gut It Cut out the filter Seal up the edges Then I flood it.. Wit that... killa my nigga Reseal it Burn till we blunted Eyeing my environment Working not 2 become it Working cuz its 200 4 a ball Still eazy to work it But half the circuit is the law Whats the purpose Im flawed Hoping the character installed Dont suffer dissolved Morals My code of ethics Encoded wit loaded weapons Unload and Reload aggression Peace is like a stolen blessing I speak that soulless They appluase But pause my soul's progression Sometimes a hoes affection's All that clock my speed I know a woman Wit some goals, direction Is really all I need I got voided sections Parts inside my heart That never bleed Sometimes its no protection Hopin I could spark it With a seed As I... Clasp my fingers Bend my knees Kneel Cover my eyes wit lids Praying that God See through my ills...

VERSE1: YEAH I THOUGHT U WAS DONE WITH ALL THAT WEED SHIT... I WAS MISTAKEN MY WANTS ARE NOW MY NEEDS SHIT... WORKING ON MY PATIENCE MY NERVES.. SO UNSETTLED I SHAKE AT TIMES LIKE THE KETTLE BOILING TO STEAM BOY WITH A DREAM THAT'S HARD TO LET GO MAN WITH A PLAN GRAM AFTER GRAM LOOKING FOR X - O BUT ALL THE LOVE I RECEIVE IS REPETITIVE NOTHING SPECIAL MY PERSPECTIVE IS KINDA RETRO LOYAL TO A FAULT TO THE POINT WHAT I SHOULD LET GO GET STORED INSIDE A VAULT... SOMETIMES WE ECHO THINKING OUR THOUGHTS ARE INDEPENDENT BUT WE A MESS THOUGH RIDING THROUGH DARK WITH WINDOWS TINTED SO IN THIS IMAGE OF GOD I COME CARRYING VENGEANCE NONE OF MY NIGGAS SCARY HALF OF EM CARRY SENTENCE NO WORDS WRITTEN... YOU LOST IM NOT THE NIGGA TO CROSS CROSSED WIT THE FACT THAT MY TIME AND EFFORT IS WORTH THE COST FUCK BEING A BOSS IM JUST A LEADER FOLK... I'D RATHER OPEN DOORS THAT THEY CAN WALK THROUGH THAN REPEAT A QUOTE HOOK X 2: DIFFICULT TIMES CALL 4 DRASTIC MEASURES I PAST THE PRESSURE I'M JUST TRYNA GET MY MATH TOGETHER IM BOUT WHATEVER YOU WITH ME WELL WE GONE CHANGE THE WEATHER THIS BLACK CLOUD CANT CROWD A NIGGA LANE 4EVA HUH VERSE 2: DAMN, I THOUGHT U WAS PUTTIN DOWN THIS BOTTLE HITTIN THE GROUND RUNNING NO SLEEP TILL TOMMORROW YOU COMING??? YOU AINT A YOUNGIN NO MORE THEM YEARS IS BUTTONED I KNOW I AIN'T A YOUNGIN NO MORE MY FEAR IS GLUTTON GREED MALICE THE FOULEST MOUTH AROUND MY FALLACE THE QUEEN OF THE DAMNED RUNNING MY PALACE YOU UNDERSTAND BEING A MAN WITH NO MAN THERE TO PROVIDE YOU WITH JEWELS AND LAWS YOU MUST SUBSCRIBE TO HOW THAT WORK? YOU LOST IN A LOST WORLD WHERE CAUTION WILL CAUSE CONFLICT WHEN RISK THE ONLY OPTION SO ALL MY RISKS ARE ROLLED HARD LIKE DOUBLE DICE KNOWING I COULD CRAP OUT FUCK IT PART OF THE SACRIFICE NO UPS WITHOUT THE DOWNS NO WINS WITHOUT THE LOSSES SO DAYS IM UP I STILL GET DOWN AND PAINT A SINNER'S PORTRAIT I PRAY A SINNER'S PRAYER PRAY MY DAUGHTER'S LIFE'S A LAYUP IM SHOOTING JUMPSHOTS HOPING MY PERCENTAGE STAY UP... HOOK X 2

Verse: We can blame it on the fact That my father wasn't a man 4 he fathered me I was probably Not part of the plan But the part they dont understand Is they started me Here I Am And you stopping me Is like you digging your gravesite With ya hands Hand me the mutha fuckin mic And turn the beat up its mids in the middle of your sweet Turn ya weed up We up tryna speed up The revenue till we Trump Tight wit the loot But stay rooted Like a tree trunk No dilution in my tea cup My kettle black My kittens same color Like em D cupped With hella back Yard 4 me to boogie in The rebels pack The devil keep tryna hit the God Tell him my schedule packed Backed up like an unmoved bowel When I um... move vowels And consonants Move crowds My confidence Move gowns up And panties to floor They say its the ambition Im say its just the allure Of a young nigga gritting And paying em no attention But fucking em like im love em Then hitting em off wit wisdom They asking me y im cold I ask if they ever listen My poetry from my soul So your slighted looking 4 fiction Oh... Im an asshole If I forgot to mention Or you aint did your research I rebirth the rhythm Resurface reallness And instill conviction Amidst all the illness That caused this affliction Ha Fuck u mean competition They competitive nature Mirrors fly fishing And im a bloodsport In the gladiator's kitchen Ice cool with the cavalis on UV coated visions or Nightmares of flight stairs With steps missing Making all the right moves Feel like my left missing So when I wake up I move until my breath's missing Tell sleep to catch up Fuck being next up Im now like the one reversed No number though This that shut the whole city down B4 the summer flow Keep ya birds from around They get comfortable Risk type comfort My suggestion is to tuck ya hoe Untouchable Like an idea U like a Kia Sephia Furniture set from Ikea Who really fuck wit you... The brass of these economy ass Asinine brash rappers tryna box it wit AV... Most of em need colostomy bags Yeah They full of shit bro Gassed like a citgo I walk with my head high A giant cant tip toe Long stride Marathon runner But I sprint so Usain Smoking on that Huessien Wit 2 dames in awe of my shoe game And they just want to Lui Kane Kick it Let they lipstick leave a few stains On more than a collar Probably where my cover 2 hang Niggas saying they nice But know in they heart That they aint fuckin wit That boy from the North Commons Park Tell that fat bitch sing wit a harp So we can rock a bye All these baby boy niggas Till they momma cry They gone tell you they real But that's a common lie See when you aint playing wit skills You gotta compromise Cut corners like you tryna make a circle But when you circled up wit squares Other shit u gotta work through They tell a nigga patience is a virtue My thoughts keep racing Like im keeping pace wit Hershel Walker, tell them sideline gawkers Im the curse you Wish you never had Im the lad that make the earth move

Verse: Step on the scene New kicks in the king Cheese from a check Or the liks 4 the green And my spit game mean What's a quick 16 2 a nigga wit a mind Like an M16 Flick flick long dream Yellow dip want her puddle dipped Got a nice rack Backside bubble thick Or rather gumbo thick Gut her like I gut a swish She gone fall in love wit it I'm still on my fuck a bitch Aye what u know about ya nigga bruh Fornicator of the flow Rap sinister Orchestrator of this dro laced literature That's what I spit at ya Pardon my paticulars Bars like vehicular homicide Or administered Miniature Missles Out of the whistle Ready to get at ya And we ain't aiming to injure We gone diminish ya Give a lil work on an off day 2 the minister Off hand I don't fuck wit no off brand Whether rollin or off land I cover more ground than the soft sand Caution like a nigga ducked down in cross and Caught u in the crosshair calm all the talkin Nigga say he a boss What the fuck he enforcin Winter threw me a loss but the summer I'm scorching Lame ass nigga get the fuck off the porch and Get you a portion, enroll in a course, spend time wit ya seed U ain't have no abortion Got a mind there to lead Can't be lost in the crosswind That's followin niggas U might as well open mouth Swallow them niggas Can't move till they open mouth That's fathering nigga U getting sonned out From the day break That's when the Suns out Till the fiends quake They eyes bugged out You a dream seller I leave her thugged out You get her weave better Keep her nails fresh I keep the P wetter She know my weed fresh And the D stretch her I leave her D-Pressed Be in her throat deep Call me a refresher Not cuz I ball so hard Cuz my G better And I'm a thourough ass nigga To the Z letter Meaning A first Fuck yall talkin bout A paid verse U never see cheddar Yeah Fuck boys in the building gotta little local love Catching feelings I'd rather have a local plug Bringing kill in Break a whole pillow Down to dubs And bring the skrill in... I'd rather have a local plug Bringing kill in Break a whole pillow Down to dubs And bring the skrill in...

Hook: 1 time 4 my niggas who aint coming home 2 times 4 the bitches still holding em down 3 times 4 my hitters untucking the chrome Anytime We Got A Problem Who's Fuckin Around 4 Times the struggle, the hustle, the come up 5 Times 4 The Ten Toes Touching The Ground 6 Times 4 Tha Killa Thats Fillin The Blunt Up 7 Blunts In The Circle Pass Em Around Verse 1: Free Sluggz Free Moan Free Bloodz Wussuuup Niggas Free Ill What Dont Kill Will Only Toughen Us Up Niggas So these weak hoes And these fuck boys That pig pen It cant fuck with us That's type of shit We just laugh about Over a half a zap While getting clouded out He say you had to rap Cuz you been having Flows Since Cola put them hoes On that cabbage patch Well let me handle that But either way it goes Imma burn until the wick melt In the candle wax So let me kill em Kill em wit the flow Let me drill em Let them niggas know I dont feel em 2 me they just fill ins Feminine Approach In they feelings Id rather hear em choke From a pill in They throat Get a rope And elope from a building Murdered from a quote By a cult leader Villian I need no accomplice 2 accomplish What im willing And I'm willing to bet Tha real niggas wont miss him What U feeling upset Gone head do sumn nigga Yeah move sumn Let me pour up 4 I dj screw sumn Let me slow up 4 these slow niggas lose sumn 7 blunts burning Niggas wanna turn in What Hook Verse 2: Burn nigga Let it burn nigga... Ashes 4 the urn nigga.. Thats how I leave em No concern nigga Court adjorned nigga No double Joep-ar-dy Hoes be sweatin me Callin texting me Inbox boppin Talkin sex to me Niggas in love wit em "You are my destiny" "I love you back" She respond While next to me Respectfully You can have her back She just great time And good neck to me My lil scooby snack And her booty do her duty Keep my hand up out her doobie While she move it back And she cool wit that... Hit a movie Get a lucy And some liquor Swimming Pool with that She like chilling Wit a cooler cat you glued to the tube Fingers in the groove of black Joystick Im like coyfish In an aquarium U dont even know hoes Trying 2 marry em How they handle theyself Is how I carry em From the jump Tell em feelings 4 me Bury em The way I bury these rappers Claiming they carry guns Or how they hustling hard But never carry funds I smoke em under the table Cough up a fuckin lung 7 blunts burning And Niggas wanna turn in What... Hook

Verse: I ain't supposed to be Having thoughts of you close to me When I'm grocery Shopping wit the one I live Yeah I love her 2 Together we don't got no kids So I don't feel uncomfortable Doin what I want to do I wanna fuck wit u But fuck it Once we cut a few Times And I open u Wide like the ocean view And time is more compromised U gone bring the ruccus through Instead of 1 I'm stuck wit 2 Never been a sucker who Fiend like a clucker do But lately u been walkin in my dream Like u love the view And I'm just tryna put u on the team Let u run a few I'm just tryna see the face u make When I'm loving u Kiss u on the stomach 4 I introduce my tongue 2 u Then I bring that thunder through pain like I punished you Them lames that u rubbaged through Been rubbin u the wrong way... I want 2 play but can't gaurantee I'm gone stay

Verse: What once was miniscule Is now a major issue... I guess its different rules When u gaming wit no official Guess we from different schools Im an ocean diver I see you struggle with the swimming pool Depth im a survivor Keep your ridicule Off brand reasons Bout why our seasons change Interviews While your phone ringing Like u be hitting stangs U leaving? get ya hitch on Cuz I aint finna stand here steamin And let you bitch on Like im a toilet 2 piss on Like I aint the shoulder u lean When everything in your pic wrong I aint the nigga to shift on Guess I been working my shift wrong... Maybe you been gone Bend one what u been on But I wouldn't know Cuz one foot in door While the other one getting its spin on... New friend on Pretend on with your wordplay When u acting its like your actions Don't always happen the way your words sway Fuck her, I don't care That's what my nerves say As I watch the underwear Peel off the curves Off my new swerve's waist AV

Verse 1: Lord 4give me 4 I have sinned I keep it filtered Though the devils whispers Might creep in I feel his whiskers on my ear lobe Scriptures in my psyche Hands clasped over my pillow Prayin 4 those just like me Light me Another life stick Noosed in the vice grips Of temptation No David Ruffin Bass players Percussion Bass slangers Up and coming hustlers And pimps Are politickin in my circumference This is dysfunction What's more disgusting Is my superficial appetite Stay super official my attire always match the Nikes But I'm focused In this distractful life Hocus pocus you disappear as the smoke lift My only hope is A life outside of these locusts For my seed to breathe where danger rarely approaches So my approach is At times a bit ferocious They rarely catch me where the holy ghost is I'm losing my religion Hook: I'm losing my religion Fuckin wit these scandalous women Hand on the wheel rev on the engine I can't tell if I'm steering Corners I'm bending Host the ghosts Of brothers formally wit em Through the formallities They coroner's children Pray 4 the victims I'm losing my religion A step away from death Or a prison Every decision could give Or take away breath Pay attention (I'm listening) momma prayed 4 Peaceful nights wit my children A wife I guess this ain't the life she envisioned Father forgive him Verse 2: Father have mercy I watched my father do dirt, seek Other options 4 cash Though he grad the top of his class Revolver and a mask had him hoopin on that red dirt us talking through that glass Thoughts was loopin till my head hurt If son is set to pay 7 times the debt of his fat And my father's steps placed him in positions he couldn't barter Then from my aspect The only way to come up Is an ass bet The consequences of my risks Are like the last threat That worry me Respectful Only way a nigga carry me Thorough till 6 of my niggas carry me I'm worry free Mean handle on the game Like I'm World. B. Free But really i'm just tryna maintain While shorty pearl my tree La Perla cover her curvatry She don't come with love She just come equipped for emergency Never blow my buzz Kill my vibe She steer when I dont wanna drive When i'm inside the only time her mouth is wide I'm losing my... Religion Hook

Hook x 2: I said Breakbread 1-4 M squad Dead End U at dead end Got a problem Wit anyone of my bredren We at ya head then Huh Verse 1: When I say day 1 I'm talking neighborhood niggas Moms shopped together U on layaway wit us Moms out of town U spendin labor day wit us I'm talking everyday niggas No new hitters On the squad Problem in the family We can squab Gloves in the back of the yard We done hugged on a pack Wit barely enough scratch 4 cigars When the flip Barely got us over par You ain't took a loss... Wit ya nigga That ain't ya nigga Hate 2 exhaust The obvious But these tainted niggas Is movin cloth Ghost nigga When the pulse increase wit the pressure See you my nigga till we both Retreat in stretcher You ever need it Well the toast is deep in the dresser I say it once Ain't no need to repeat it in lecture get weeded and think on a better Scheme till we eat off the chedder Team and no I in them letters We in this bitch whether weather Fair or a hurricane Couple dollars on 40 of the slurricane If its a curr in the pack I never heard a name You hit ya homie wit a pack Then they return the gain Or they ain't learn the game And that's word to Swiff, Twill My nigga Lo, Insane Ice, Skrill, Doobie Moe, Skitz, Slugz, and Jermaine Dubs, Tone, Bruce, Joe Anyone that remains Its all love I got too many brothers to name.... Hook x 2 Verse 2: New friends Maybe when a nigga get a new Benz All my loose ends Got a knot to em And all my niggas straight til then stay the fuck out my demonstra- Tion Immita- tions irritate The fuck out of nigga Fuck out of a nigga face I'm clouded my nigga And I need to be comfurtable With every motherfucker In my surroundings my nigga Yeah... I ain't the one that ever doubted u nigga When you was down to ya last I was grounded my nigga We stoodfast through the storm Then we sprouted my nigga So I'm proud of you nigga Word to the 7 block Corrlinks sending word 2 my niggas locked Loyalty is not a verb Its how a nigga rock Its how a nigga handle himself When the glitter stops Or when u in a box Stuck Now is u real or not I'm joe jilla wit the swag Wit the mag in the pass Rollin stag Out here getting to the bag But so stoney On these hoes never mac soft word to double cheeseburgers wit the mac sauce From them buss down days Spinnin rats off To my H-Town ways gettin packs off If you was down from day 1 then its hats off But no new niggas Only wit my true niggas Hook x 2

Verse 1: I wake up wake up Break up another swisher Fill it wit dope No seeds Plenty of smoke Its a... New day No remote 2 control Or change the picture No rope chain I pawned it To profit off of this zipper Flipper like a dolphin tail Or a roller Rollercoaster Running of the rail Realer rhyme composer I suppose Im suppose to Follow the status quo But im opposed To habit Of following niggas so... Im a loner Dick her down once Then I own her Mind and her body Though I never get to know her Im a problem Wit a couple problems Ill never own up 2... many years playing boy When I was grown up Carona still chasing my Hennessey Never throw up My enemies never slow up So Y U telling me slow it down?... Im a social deviant Fuck around With them boys that dont fuck around You get it Skys the limit But hieghts got niggas timid So they grounded Wit they mind on they Mike's Check out my kidicks... Ughhh Word 2 my nigga Kiddricc Im 4eva and Day on my bidness Dirt by my lonely Or a dirt covered witness If they ever fucked wit Tony Then they know Our common interest Marijuana, Money fuck them Phony model bitches... Huhhhhh They aint on ya nigga latitude Id rather have A hood chick Wit a fat ass bad attitude Suck me till im sleepy Then I hit her wit the gratitude You dont feel a nigga Fuck u then I came up wit my brothers I dont fuck wit friends couple jewels From my mother But its tough when men... Mature from a boyish nature Coming up in sin I know ya best foot was forward I still love you slim Till the death or the next But never in pretend... I will bend Never break 4 mine Unless the break Create a better fate Rewind Can you relate... I talk what my actions demonstrate... Got the blinds open but the linens draped So i'mma see the snakes B4 they slither through the gate Let the blades from the mower Introduce em to they fate She a goer U a cake Don't know her but you relate To the bullshit she throw ya U hold her tell her be pa- Tient But she on a different pace U just a walker Gawkin At the sprinters' race Elevate or eliminate Nothing in between Cause when you tolerate The bullshit It come back on the scene Like that old chick U got love 4 U tend 2 linger But you don't want 2 love her You just want 2 get between her Yeah My women tell me i'm a dreamer My niggaz understand me 4 the family Im a schemer If no check I go check out Bro in the lows yes! No I dont want the snow I just need the killa wit no stress This aint no million dollar plan Its a scam Hit my mans hand 3 dollaz 2 bubble off these grams Treat trouble like sand Under the feet of the sailor... Wind to my back The water 4eva wavers And im a navigator no Lincoln Straight thinkin of ways I could double old Lincoln Let it sink in

Verse: The game got em off balance Like a libra wit a leach leaning on her scale Cant retreat Yeah she know em well Raw talent... Kept him in a place Between holding cells Interface with oldest male In his fold through a plate The law counting, His time... Out of sight out of mind But she deep in Spending her weekends Feedin the blind am I speakin Through speakers Or in your inner region... Soul warmer Its winter season cold corners to hug Still the wolves is feedin And still the rules misleading Sometimes the rules is missing who pay attention 2 any rules Without a stool to piss in Niggas be talkin out of turn Like the block's the vision make a bundle on the block Then move they family out the system... Relationship 2 God really aint about religion And most religious faith chasers aint about the wisdom Or gospel they spreading Apostles in heaven pause When im correcting the flaws re-di-recting my dogs To they Inner G Synergy Left and right chemistry King over clown shit Drowning out the misery company that surround it But yall niggas aint hearing me. Hard 2 stay grounded When the ground sinkin In to deep this aint no Cool J Boy Its ya dude A V 2 the J O E from where the Katos And corner store Share an intersection Need some more directions Lower end blowin twin cigars with tailored end connections My taper blend perfection Cover layered thoughts Just a tangled web I weaved while in the dark Im just breakin bread Witcha... Im just breaking bread Yeah... Im just breaking bread Some of my niggas shakin feds Some of em couldn't shake em So wit this paper and this lead Im flying kites to raise em Watching they wives replace em Children growing older and bitter, no longer embrace em The cycles of incarceration Shit... We came up where they coffin case em And caution's a common theme But carnage entertainment So Pardon me if I'm jaded A part of me think this poverty Genocide lack of property And problems with authourity Stems from wanting more On the bottom floor World on top of me But still I settle 4 A thick whore on top of me 4 zips and a block to bleed 4 clips and a glock wit me Yeah We out here losing spirit chasing broccoli

Verse 1: She never sees reflection in the mirror Correction All she sees is imperfections and a glimmer Of her innocence Her dimples still resemble adolescence Years prior When she used to sing in choir Disconnections... Yeah... Some call her lost Shit... I call her interesting Let her talk until my ears exhaust And drop the interceptions Just to let her throw the ball again Pick her up she fall again Wipe the tears from off her face B4 she taste the salted blend My pretty inner city sizzler Pullin twizzlers From the plastic From the other plastic baggy Filling swishers She said she fucked with girls for 60 seconds Through the whispers Of the rumor of mill But truth reveals completely different pictures Chill Let the layers peel While laying on her onion Wondering Where the fuck my player skills She got me out my function though But fuck it We just crushin though She got an uncomfortable nigga Feelin quite comfortable Hook: SEE ALL MY BITCHES IS BAD AND THEY ALL GOT PROBLEMS WHATS A PROBLEM TO A PROBLEM SOLVING NIGGA LETS RESOLVE EM COME AND KICK IT WIT AV I SEE YOUR PROMISE I MEAN IF WE KEEP IT HONEST WE ALL GOT GHOSTS IN OUR PAST I AINT I REALLY TRYNA JUDGE YOU (NAH) AND I AINT REALLY TRYNA LOVE YOU (NOPE) BUT IMMA ALWAYS KEEP IT ONE BOO TAKE A WIPH OF THIS BAG IM TRYNA BLOW YOUR MIND ( YOUR MIND) COME AND KICK IT WIT AV Verse 2: She like the perfect orchestration A lil bass a lil treble And her middle would make the devil Sing in all 8 octaves An all day toxin We both got our wings But her walls got me boxed in The cause and effect Is a pause in my options Cuz I dont answer calls Im dissolved in her doctrine Bring a thaw to the ice in my chest Im a viking Full moon, lycan Silver bullet chewer Silver lining rhymer Bring that optimism to her Cause when it blocked my vision Pain was all gave pursuers Listen... Sometimes that's all im doin to her But she dont bring the nag or bull manure Hook

Verse: You cant be a dreamer in a nightmare So when life stares at you And your sights glared Its time to tighten up the laces In ya nike airs Even if they aint right pair You feel me Shiit When the devil ever fight fair How often 7s roll up on ya come out with the dice pair Im just keepin funky For all my night air Breathers On they hip Holding chunky Handeling hype squares Or all my 9 - 5 Steel toe or Florieshiems Uniform or union Muted Wish they could do more with time... My young brothers Constantly at war with mind Body and Soul cold Searching for the intertwine Your body is gold Young lady but give it time Don't let the city Swallow you whole B4 ya wisdom shine Bring a settle 2 your pace B4 your settled In a temporary place you cant escape Get On Your Level I'm... Just tryna bring a center 2 your focus A spring to your winter A lil hope to the hopeless We all start as beginners To be the dopest You gotta put more work in Than the pipes of all the smokers In ya neighborhood My neighbor good, im good That's how the table should Be set except our elbows out Positioning for bakers goods Moving them elbows out Commission from the take is good But shine'll bring the rebels out Its hard to balance in the hood Most of our hands our callused in a hood Tryna keep a grip on shit That really matters understood We all roses under concrete black Push harder Watch the concrete crack

Verse 1: This morning started off awkward I had some words wit the doctor Lost my grandma and father 4 aunts in rooms for the trauma So my nerves is kinda curved Like the letters in my signature My reactions to they actions In words Is often immature Character flawed I think I fear the withdrawal So my deposits Are barely quarterly Just keep em involved Often in breach of the law No I don't speak to the law Whispers in secrecy Placed my people in reach of the law So I say a prayer for Marilyn I know she carrying weight Where others would break And let they fate bury them Thinkin bout the faces Of my brothers when we buried them Like how they gone hide this pain The carrying Take care of them Lord Vengeance is a cold place Especially when u bartering 4 Colgate and noodles Through a closed gate 21 and 3 300 minutes $50 on ya books Too far for frequent visits Look... That could shake you or break you I'm faithful It just the catalyst for your breakthrough So I say a prayer 4 Lamar and Lamont Doobie, Shamoan Just carry on The movement won't stop Tribulation never muting my plot I'm innovating In a nation where they looped In a lot of immitation Patience is a virtue Vacant in my heart So I ain't waiting for a better day to spark When its mine 4 the taking Hook: Sometimes I wake up angry No smiles from a sinner In the center Of the streets that raised me They think I'm crazy And they just might be right Be wrong But that shit don't phase me Cuz my life's layered And I need more Than just a woman to cater Additional paper Medicinal flavors To wrap in my vegas Can u do me a favor Sometimes I just Prayer Verse 2: My niggas beef with they BMs Maybe they BMs See em in a different light Outside of per diem Outside of the bitch and fight Its something in between them Like how you love your seeds But no love for who conceived them How you treat him like treason Trees in the air like fuck him let another man breeze around his heir And I talkin what u breathing To be clear I'm talkin King and Prince or princess Sometimes we rule in different kingdoms I ain't hatin your freedom Young lady just be a woman first The scale ain't never balanced There's a reason why you hold the purse I say a prayer for the seasons The layers and the reasons That separate a boy From his father When he need him The mis-educations Imbalance of our emotions Impatience Simple things that find a way 2 separate us We need a high to elevate us To a peak where elevators Couldn't beep Cause see these streets designed To build us up Then break us Hook