My Set

I’m from the ghetto where dope is flowers they pedal getting a brick or pound is considered a medal better keep ya metal know like I know where they pretend they friendly but they really cutthroat where ya main mane a snake ya for some change even bust ya brains different hustles suppers dominoes spades and dice games where Jill get Jacked rolling down the hill thinking shit sweet where they sniff powder packs that or H and then they creep I’m from the slums with the bums and all the peasants where they really put they faith in the reverend where kids fucking old heads tryna get some bread few years later she ran through with six kids this shit real I’m from the hood the ghetto or the projects where occupations standing over Pyrex that or pints of the hitech where the youngins hollin out bout who gon die next welcome to my set

My Set

Quarter pound half of pound whole pounds plays take a pound break it down slang basketballs all day zippers Michael victors call a 14 halfway grab my digi handle gently turn it on tare weigh ain’t no time to play on go all day everyday stay away from fake with that can’t affiliate pray that they don’t play quickly turn to prey past traumatized me make me turn you back to clay

okay tripping go to drifting swiftly they look at me silly me no frog no ribbet just tryna butter me biscuits stuff like 50 in these rivets I’m on go they still don’t get me but I guess that make me different **** tripping