ft. Meyhem Lauren
Easy pat, let a smoke out through the toe
Same shit,, phones,, we pre roll
What we missioning, take him for the trip
Take your girl down south where only feel the goods
We know the Caucasian sitting up in Brooklyn
Violation twice a month,, try to taste my patience
For the next 3 joints I made jail walking
Fuck an obstacle, catch me on my Chris walking
When he was rank I need, fuck the bank
I want that un clean money low level player rank, in the finest car clothes
Got no dodgers on my team fam everyone the boss
A damn bin wasn't, for the city, for the streets, might get you for a 50
Sniffers burning out they set the, go high
I mean you all high looking for a good time
Fuck the small talk stretching like a long ball
All of, why you fronting when you down for?
You had your time that you, all week
Beat they got a record full of f's that they never,
I'm on some other shit, these, so fuck back
Son you looking for me, you can find me where the work's at
Better yet, you can't find me at all
I play the shadows and only step out when niggers call
Fuck the mingling, maybe I, through
Break niggers jaw quick believe I squeeze through, mentality, weapons of our reality
I got dormant demons waking up, that's try to challenge me
Usually chill them but I, be
I, kill you, that be the galaxy
I, in, when niggers is known for drugs selling
The system was designed for my, you felon, to peeps who keep traps set, and ever,
It's possible, another day another obstacle
It's snowing in the winter but police can make it tropical
Can't control the, but I'm doing what I gots to do.

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