Pinball II (feat. Correy C)

I hope you figure it out Shine black man, melanin gold I hope you never get old Keep your youthful spirit I know the world will fear it You're the tip of the spear And with our dyin' breaths, I bet the world gon' hear it, look I been saving money for my taxes Bassy keep on jumpin' through these brackets I got 20 bitches coming back to the crib I make sure my niggas got some racks, what you need? They gon' shoot through niggas like it's practice I just make the money run some laps Every time I pass go see the cash grow We don't even act cordial, we assholes Bitches in my lasso, is that so? That's word to my last hoe, I'm that cold Runnin' through the town a black soul My past froze twenty-nine times over Look I have seen more than my time Lived nine lives for about twenty cats over, I told ya Everything you've done I done overdid, I'm over it Nigga, Dreamville, the whole coast, how we shouldered it? Them boys stale like toast when it's overdid I hope they quit for real But if they don't, I got a million joints I got the flow in pocket, the emoji rocket how I'm outta here A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game Keeping both eyes open wide rain man Crew high on that fuck your life drank man We slide in the bucket like paint Never gave a fuck, fuck what you might think Ran up in the club 'til they sent the lights in Had to tell the owner please let the lights dim Five more minutes see me a nice slim Thick bitch with the you, me and my grin Tell her bring the crew you me and my friends See where the night end with the right guy Trust me and my kin, speak with the right pen Creep like the lightning in the night sky Go deep Janet Jackson, we back-to-back in Black SUV's, black tints would you look at that? I'm booby-trapped in your fluid black skin No groupie action, your bougie accent You're truly classic, girl, we outta here Bas, it's Bassy Queens nigga with the Fiends nigga Got the bean waitin' in the pocket, ooh I asked P, what's poppin'? He said we are nigga, trips to DR nigga Got the borough jumpin' like it's J.R. Smith Know a couple niggas let the A-R spit Got no interest what you say y'all did Only where y'all live Smokin' blunts 'cause that's the way I live And where I live? Niggas dyin' front of their shorty, wives And their brother's ride on the other side Every death is like a hundred lives Flatlined from the black nine I could feel the pressure multiplying Make you feel like ain't no hope in trying But we always trying All this blood I bet it float to sea and wash out 'Cause they don't want you to see but watch out Nigga, watch out See I want you to see I've been through so many things Things ain't always what they seem Hope you get the message I hope you figure it out Now I'm right where I belong Had to let it go All the pain I was holding on Now I get the message I had to figure it out You gotta feel the music, do you understand? It takes you higher and higher