Tekst Utworu
Everybody ask you where my head at
I tell 'em, "between a bitch legs, let's, let it rest"
Behind on a nigga, yum-yum
Tongue dilly, my thumb numb from
Counting guap, both faded
My celly on the vest case, 'til I'm being petted
But fuck that, I'm riding 'til the tires all shredded
While watch other niggas hop out, niggas hoes
I was 'bout eight with a mouth full of gold
Shit was fake, but it got me street cred for the low
I was watching out for shootouts, 'cause anything go
Fuck around, had to move out the kitchen, I was told
Not to fight, out to stop the niggas at the light pole
Like sparks from the gun was another light show
Light years ahead of everybody, everybody know
Nigga dope like shit, that's Uncle Nam's show, not shit
I was 13 when I felt fire big, 14 when the fuck around hit me for a lick
Split the revenue with the niggas I was with
Wasn't much, but I promised them that I was all in
Back when I was rappin' on the race, spent for a (brr, brr)
Couldn't even make a call for that bitch (wow)
Had to make the calls, I was trapped on, uh (trapped on)
Couple minutes on it, couldn't talk long, uh (talk long)
Never asked your numbers, that was unknown, huh (uh-huh)
Bobba got dusty, could we never read it?
Learn how to read between lines before giving a scripture
'Cause we know the lines can be daily
Innocent, face up, connect the committances
Plannin' to fuck up your day on the daily
Fifty-five, forty-one made me the seed of the seed of June
Baby, the mix of the eighties, I'm tellin' you
Yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah, uh, I can care less 'bout opinions of those who are makin' 'em sit at computers and won't even
Visit the streets
Beat the block up, then black out on the beat
Sgt
Baca, I like him when in need
Scent of Chaka, ain't no limit, no limit, no breakin' back until I'm done with my speech
Now be dreaded who resides in the East
Cup of hard head, cup of A7-3s
Knock off your head top with headshots for me
Pokain or two socks, I hit that from B
Like how I do that, I switched up the leans
Croppin' out the photos if he ain't with the team
Shut the fuck up, hoe, you're fuckin' up the scheme
Switched up the flow though, I'm ridin' in the beat
Get here for promo, your clout lasts for weeks
Ain't nobody in the city gettin' up, but Nino
You finna fuck the city up, move like a Deebo
Finna sell a verse for a worth of a kilo
Talkin' my shit, we're standin' on top of the list
That didn't mention me on, tell 'em, "Carry on, carry on"
I'm in it for long time, the long grind
And no sleep wait 'til the sunrise
Tell 'em that I'm all in, even at showtime
Where the mouth ain't enough, I'm willin' to show mine
Never lie, never bluff, I'm willin' to show bomb
Take 'em down 'til it's up, please pray for the time bomb
Writer(s): Robert Dixon
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