Know what I'm sayin'? (Moose Tarantino)

Huh

Yeah

Ayo, I don't like to talk that much, I let a bullet bust

Y'all so sweet, when we beef, I caught a sugar rush

You never played the block with a sock full of stuff

And if a dope head don't die, it's not good enough

I'm from the Roc', but I drove blocks to the Buff'

Pull up to your spot, in the drop with the wooden Buffs

I stood in cuts, up top, where cops couldn't rush

The hood is rough, you either in a box or put in cuffs

Somehow, I managed to dodge both

Can't take the paper with you, either way, you gon' die broke

I'm tired of hoes always braggin' 'bout what they job gross

And fly coach to go and suck dick for a livin', her job gross

Uh, I keep a .45 close when I buy a coat

When I was young, I used to rob folks

Don't know who to trust, that's why I put blindfolds on my side hoes

Only my mom know the address to the condos

Convos behind closed doors

Back in '04, I survived a Cold War when them guys froze

**** get CDLs to drive loads

Middle of the winter, they be prayin' for dry roads (There go my fly shit, ayo)

Pass me the caymans and the golden horse shoe

Heresy, you're lookin' like you needed someone to talk to

Before you talk, I'ma talk to you first, that's what a boss do

Or I'ma have you layin' stiff 'cross the table like the Camus corkscrew

Well, I'm over cookin' the beef, that's when I more chew

Worried **** while gettin' ready for the funeral forced you

To lay down in a rectangular box until they torched you

And cremated with the both of your parents, created, endured you

Would've amounted to somethin' that ended up as nothin'

Don't play with your life, bitch

Bad gamble with my calculated movement

Illustrious handle, listen

See, I believe it's a good time

I think you better fret, tonight I'm thinkin' I'm spittin' a good rhyme to get feedback from 'X

So elaborate how I'm abundant with shine

You probably had to text 'cause they can't talk to me

That's when **** wondered what happened next

A situation transpired, so now your mans is vexed

That's when you gotta go and get resourceful and scroll the Rolodex

Godfather of this shit, I'm holdin' all the checks

Regulatin' protons, neutrons and electrons

Controllin' all the specs

Cokehead, you need to sniff a good line until you disconnect

It's celebration time, you're gettin' to the money

My ****, big respect, and honor each other

Don't bother me, brother, have some decency

I'm unapologetic about how you not alignin' with this frequency

Another level of supervision for the culture, this what it need to be

Thirty-five years a body, but still been killin' 'em recently

Disintegrate these **** to particles, they ask for leniency (Leniency)

Pardon God, I'm only bein' me (Bein' me)