Crashout

We got all the drops

We got opposition

He gon call the cops

I'm gon call my ****

I been Feelin I'm too smart , to go and crash that ain't too hard

I done had a past , to let a go that ain't too far

Started wearing more, and bringing less up inna store ,

I don't wanna hoe , bitch I said I need a whore

Done hadda couple sluts , but what they want is sun more

The love the Glimma glam , but never knew where it could go

Could say that he my man , but let me leave em wit my hoes

Just see and what he do

They wanna good boy , yes him , that's my dawg

But they don't answer when you call

Or make it about them when you talk

You missin all the words in my song

So what if I ain't mix this shit at all

I been through ill shit

I been through real shit

The typa shit to make feel ya shit

They thinking imma Rebel when I talk

A black man wit a reckless walk

A backhand make a bitch back off

Crackfan , all he had was soft

Dope man but ain't had no dope

Black man all he had was god

Coast guard but ain't had no boat

Only hadda street lights , and cigars

Maybe smoke a black n mild wit my dawg

Sit back a minute yeah it's been a while since we talk

said ya girl pregnant, how far is she now

I'm just hopin that you leave the streets alone woah

Every fiend

hadda dream

Every dawg

Has it's day

Every fall ain't ya face

Every fall ain't yo fault

You gon be a man today

You gon be a man tomorrow

Even if the shit iffy

Thought you the smartest in the city

Go and get ya self locked

We want want self destruction

Uh

Don't retaliate

A different day a different salary

Cuz I'm the type got **** madd at me

Cuz I'm the type got bitches grabin me

Tuggin on my shit they whippin ass today