Blackjack

Check Check check check check Brrr Blackjack Light skin nigga With his toes curled back Almost went pro But her turned rap pack Not that close as a matter of fact But who'd ever know, notice that I have, I have I have and I'm really really glad Most niggaz fads getting plugs from their homie's dad I mean that's dope but bad I made a vote and stuck with that Found my notes while ducking gats Now I'm bout to blow so don't hold me back But if fold then I'm stuck that So let me go or stab me in the back Press or pull depending where your focus is at Like how hopeless is that Hope this is rap so I toast to my cats Out the jungle that taught me this craft And no not so soft on that ass But hit it with class Stroke like a bath Put in the work like it's math And nigga I hope that you pass Don't choke And she'll relapse Hope to float Is the will of the grass Willing to die Is willing to have Everything you ever want Don't choke And she'll relapse Hope to float Is the will of the grass Willing to die Is willing to have Everything you ever want, want Right in front of you Right in front of you Blackjack Light skin nigga With his fro pulled back Almost went pro But he chose to hold back From the fact that he had it Really wasn't being pragmatic Self esteem it continued backwards Revenue stream moved faster and faster Until the night that he got too plastered And became his own master Trippin, this different From my ordinary missions If I finish, I might end it And explore some new positions I could even buy a condo And invest into some tenants If I didn't act so selfish I would probably be finished I'm a nigga standing on my two feet They can't stand it Holding it down for my streets Roots planted Trees blowing in the breeze Tell me who planted it I planned this shit So I can't miss The point is I'm the one who tells you what you get For you the pedals And for you the thorns My shoes some medal For the path they've worn But after all of that I been reborn I Won't choke And she'll relapse Hope to float Is the will of the grass Willing to die Is willing to have Everything you ever want Don't choke And she'll relapse Hope to float Is the will of the grass Willing to die Is willing to have Everything you ever want, want Right in front of you Right in front of you