DON'T SPLIT THE POLE (feat. Marley Cisco & Zide!)

Bich Nga don't split the pole

Careful of your soundroundings

Cause you can get hit with the pole

Reporting live from elsinore

Literate with literature

Hoes act a lil disturbed

But you know how that go

The asshole in assholes

A king in a castle

Let me tell you a story about my situations

I be out all day, down the hills that I'm skating

Or out I'm in murrieta with the Killspree babies

Or I'm almost getting shot in the winter we playin

Group of a lil older kids, one of them is a senior

Hiking the farm areas just tryna be scenic

Red dot, get caught, a hunters inconvience

Scared shitless, I got it on video

And issac being retarded cause he was dog to a little bone, bait

Anyways though

Tryna get

(Confidential)

Routine studio sess

And then we always left

Football fields, mic dees house and other shit

Lakeside doing my thang, **** is making bets

Got off the bus, jamin out to simple sets

(fuck you)

Walking to circle k

Socked eddie in his face

My way or the highway

Call me patrick swayze

Lucky is my garret wade

Elsinora you should know

Stand out or keep it low

Mind your buisness with your bros

Don't trust funky hoes

Bum **** and your foes

Never let your mama know

Get home before curfew

Life like the movie dope SP versus, get down, and a tv show

**** don't split the pole, aye

Marley putting chips on the best bet

Staying inside is still now, making all the more steps

Staying outside is still dodging all the worst threats

Don't wanna contact the bottom of the earth

But I'm still standing on the side, and I still making hurt

And my words hit hard, so my face on the dirt

And I'm still going hard to death, know how to flirt

I got Simple Sets done, I just got more to learn

I got tired of y'all wins, so now it's my turn

I got tired of y'all beats, so just let it burn

(Time Is In Your Favor!)

Yo

Changing my name a lot smoother on the print

Cleaning my bones a lot safer than the pen

Pitching my words a lot harder than it looks

I ain't stopping till my name get back in your books

Damn, coming in from Elsinore

Saying you ain't mean it, but it ain't what I'ma settle for

Unknown who, said who, what you said it for?

Word about it, Betty White, I said it's just a metaphor

Bitch got heavy metal on it, like I played for Nevermore

Shit going big, I can feel it in my center core

Way that I be blessed, everybody smelling peppercorn

I do what I want, what the fuck I need a blessing for?

Wait, let me split the politics

Me and Chris in the studio, just tryna drop shit

Why the fuck you always on the gram, tryna pop shit

Stop this, yeah, I love my bitch, but we toxic

But it don't matter, got the key like a locksmith

Getting bands on the low key, cause we locked in

Red and blue hunnids on the jeans, came from Stockton

Think the brakes failed on the motion, I can't stop this

Got a green beam on the Glock, make it's top flip

Yeah, I'm getting high up in the stu, we in the cockpit

Yeah, I'm really doing something new, they tryna cop this

Yeah, I'm really flowing on the beat, on some calm shit