Music: William Booker/David Toribio
Its been a minute since I been in this bag
This is bad
Went out to the burbs to move some
Shrooms all in half’s
Politic with the og nigga always in a jag
My homies like slow down….
You don’t want to crash
What im supposed to do
I’m looking at the overview
First time you lost me
That’s it…I’m over you
Yea my shit lit
That don’t mean the blick
Not ready for a photo shoot
Keep all my sneaks
Get stomped out wit the polo boot
This is quotable
They can lie all they want
But The streets know the truth
Blonko never backed down
N he known to shoot
She ain’t like my demeanor….
Cuz I tried to team her
So l left her at the bus stop
I was raised right by Jeanna
Get money n stay cleaner
Dirty sprite made me a leaner
Ain’t care to hear her problems
So I had to up n leave her
Ask my bitch ima cheater
Id say over achiever
(Krillz lights blunt )
I need a breather
Mask down this a nightmare
I don’t think I been quite clear
This 40 don’t glitch
Tucked right here in my Montclair
Bullets so big
They could take down a brown bear
don’t play round here
Ya favorite rapper a bum
Blonko top tier
You tuff when cops there
Kids straight
Play wit them I’ll change ya day
Get money under the radar
100k on me but the truck look like Mator
Deadzne the mafia
cajion rice side tilapia
Name team hot as us
Look 4 judgemental don’t ask for us
We Move around like black lives activist
You hoes ain’t worth my jacket stitch
Bitches hug me ain’t know I packed the stick
Gun butt ya …
like you got hit wit a sack of bricks
Weight was the goal
started off packing nicks
6 niggas in a crown Vick
Out of town mad lit
Now life’s fantastic
It’s the family
Get passed around trick
Tell the oops get ready to pick they casket