Whiff (feat. Traffic)

I came a long way from the projects I be the trilest shit I promise The promise child A problem child The kid is an indigo Spit lyrical miracles Leave these fuckers in critical Cause damage The panic is panoramic You shoulda ran with Niggaz who know better then to clash with Cassius When my cash is low and slow like molasses I always know how to come up the fastest Tote a burner I Turner murder your masters Herding the masses Burgundy flaggin Nigga got superior status Back in Graphics Shit get real graphic I'm still stackin' I'm never lackin' I'm always packin' These niggaz is always acting Always asking for niggaz to tax em' I laugh at em' and blast at em' Trash rappers and back packers It's ash to ashes dust to dust Your run is up muffukas So fuck is up Your pockets fat, nigga run that Your pockets fat, nigga run that I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming We hitting big, you feel them bills coming We hitting big, you feel them bills coming I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming It's Traffic bitch They calling me the mad rapper These niggaz acting like they hard Yah some bad actors Treat the game like the court This is ball practice And I run my block Nigga Barry Sanders Where I'm from the police can't stand us They'll shoot you in in your back Even when you put your hands up So don't ask me why I run nigga Cuz more then likely shit I probably had that gun nigga Where I'm from it's always raining Ain't no sun nigga The kids scared to play outside Ain't no fun nigga Grindin' hard everyday to get some funds nigga I got 1 fuckin daughter And I got 6 mother fuckin sons nigga I'm going hard for em' all I ain't playing witcha I caught a whiff I smell the money Then I come and getcha I'm that type of nigga that's waiting in your kitchen Hop out like Oscar the grouch And then I get it Your pockets fat, nigga run that Your pockets fat, nigga run that I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming We hitting big, you feel them bills coming We hitting big, you feel them bills coming I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming My click a conscious costar Nostra Culture vultures You over owe us If you approach us It's Hocus Pocus Shit I'm so focused It's like I mixed my potion with ocean motions Your hoe is open Hoping for me to stroke her But I keep it flowing I'm wavy flowing Tunnel vision so vulgar 7 digits I hold Cuz 7 figures the focus You could hold her and console her I just Run this locomotive And smoke foes in a moment And over throw em' Yo The game is hopeless Niggaz claiming they bang is jokers Niggaz claiming they slang is dopeless Rappers rockin' dresses chokers That world is over with Boulders crushing through that O-zone layer shit Dangerous Better save your pennies when you praying to your savior kid I could split 11 layers Lay it on your favorite Labor like I'm slavin' it Slain you for your bravery And cater to the panegyrists Payments on some major shit Made some change The only thing that changed Was the paper And the way my neighbors live Left the block Now they calling Migs a paradox Unicorn to the flock Megatron to the ops If a jackass wanna pop Meet pandora out the box You could put me in a box With the Biggies and the Pacs When the day a nigga drop Cuz my shit will never stop Ima set up open shop Fuck the politics and the critics We just spit it how we live it Just give it a minute nigga Your pockets fat, nigga run that Your pockets fat, nigga run that I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming We hitting big, you feel them bills coming We hitting big, you feel them bills coming I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming I caught a whiff, I smell a lick coming I been overzealous Living in the trenches Living reckless Catching wreck And a record For mine Niggas is in this We living to die Is it fulfilling to witness the blind Leading the blind Leave it behind Niggas is fiendin' They needing supply Seeing subpoenas And sitting behind Bars in a prison And niggas are dying Claiming you realer My nigga you lying Card Ima pull it Them bullets ill fly Pull on my trigger And raise up the crime Bang for the set All my niggas ill ride Nigga you hiii Tryna take mine Ima react in a minute And finish the business Spinning in cycles Of killings On killings on killings on killings Fighting the feeling This feeling it feel like I'm fighting my demons Know it's on sight when I see him I got the scoop on your re-up I got my sig with the beam on it I got a conscious but need money Real talk I'm hungry Got yours I got mine It's on me All day Due time We'll see Eye to eye Take yours Now it's mine It's my time