The Dropoff

Yo I knew this nigga from around the way, we both used to hustle Wont close or nothing but we from the same struggle Back in grade school think we even had a tussle Got into the same trouble, both got it off the muscle One day my phone ring he talking bout he out of town His folks needed work, trying to see if I could hold it down I hit him back like alright, what they trying to do Said they wanted two just let him know, they can come to you I said cool just let me know so I can hit him off Business good over here you know I ain't gon' rip him off Make sure your people straight, the second I think shit is off You know I'm from a different cloth Im drowning everything involved Sticks and bones, fuck sticks and stones Find you in a lake somewhere drenched and cold With a unknown object lodged in your skull Yeah the body floated up, but they ain't find your soul I don't start shit but I take it out of control Started off a foot soldier really walking these roads And I always kept it thorough, held it down for bros Always stood ten toes, never froze, never fold Then the nigga hit me back saying his folks is cool And he be serving all the white boys that go to his school Eased up a bit, but still got my tool Cause I still dont know what the fuck I'm walking into At the time I'm like damn I know that college market lovely Hit my man told him ride with me get this money Made the choice to take it there I had another drop off Niggas know I keep the real rapper no knock off Pull up to the spot, scoping out the scene Shit looking like a go, trying to keep this one clean Hit his phone just pulled up, you coming to the ride He said no park, then told me come step inside So we walk in right away we getting to business But as its going down he on the phone with some bitches Walk in another room tell us give him a minute Left the bread on the counter sitting right in the kitchen Now im like damn, this shit looking too sweet Only rolled two deep, my man like who's he He said lets get the nigga, shawty them wide open Work and the cash what you trying to do, this guys loafing Now my fingers itching, got to make a decision Time running out I told this nigga to listen I could either burn the bridge or maybe make more income Two joints out the gate he might be really flipping some Plus we good, you know we really having shit And if we lose it all now we got a spot to hit We some get money niggas before everything else This some free game every one can take for they self All the fly niggas livin life on a different scale All the super tough niggas either dead or in jail Longevity is based off the decisions you make Its hard for niggas to give but its easy to take