Ey im back in the booth so imma hit you with that straight drop, if I wasn’t in the can then I woulda never took no days off, im still out here rappin n trappin im just hoping that it pays off, and I got too many cases no I can’t just get a day job. Since I stepped out the gates all Im thinkin is how to get my ps up, they won’t even give you crumbs man that’s what the greed does,

I had my plateful but they weren’t really trynna feed us , the trap went slow so I had to make it speed up , from the roads to the wing man uno I kept it g’d up, praying in my cell just hopin I get 3d up, look if rap don’t work then imma have to go and re up.

First day on the wing I tried to pattern me a zanco, I’m trynna get released on bail with a gps tracker by my ankle, I know I move bait, but don’t be watching what a man do, I be on my js but I’ll let it slap like a sandal, creeping round the bush im trynna hit em at all angles, I’ll let it beat outta the mist like a mix with steel bangles, fuck him n his block it can get lit like a candle, I fly chickens on his block like im sponsored by Nando’s.

I was stuck in the trap I was sittin in the bando, yo I did it for the bread man I did it for the bankrolls, dancing with the devil I was really trynna tango. Like that’s a fresh brick lemme cut it with my Rambo, a couple res n I’ll be sittin in a lambo, like I coulda made it happen if it wasn’t for the damn po’s. Now I’m sittin in jail it’ll be a while till I land road , they woulda lost count from all the grams that my hand sold, a hood n cunch line two workers n I ran both, I made the coke stretch like the wire of a can phone. Move to a next spot get a load n give out samples, man I need to get more food, tell the plug I need a handful, I need 2 bricks for all the Oz that I ran thru , they had me in a cell but it’s nothing I can’t handle, I’ll be back up on that strip I’ll be dishin out them 1 2z don’t take me for those trappers that come home and just bun food.

Too on it for the graft they’d be thinking that I’ve gone ku, I’ll be back up on that wall till it’s kicking like kung fu , I serve it to em fast like I’m giving out that junk food, skrring round the block wha yu warn I got a truck full, Cali 10/10 and my grams look like bucktooth, built up pain I was sad n I was bruk too, lookin at this weapon like from now it’s just us two, I was rolling with sticks like I’m bout to eat a Katsu,

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First day on the wing I tried to pattern me a zanco, I’m trynna get released on bail with a gps tracker by my ankle, I know I move bait, but don’t be watching what a man do, I be on my js but I’ll let it slap like a sandal, creeping round the bush im trynna hit em at all angles, I’ll let it beat outta the mist like a mix with steel bangles, fuck him n his block it can get lit like a candle, I fly chickens on his block like im sponsored by Nando’s.

Told cuz to get a tank in, i dont think it really sank in, i was sittin on the landing still pissed about my hand in, bag the b and get the sand in, fresh home im feelin Franklin, like I ain’t got no time I need this bread on a gang ting. 3 all da guys behind doors , on the landin doin chores, from hand to hand sales to the bin sweeping floors, it’s still fuck the law, im still out here piss poor, we got the b line in the whip with couples shots in his jaw.

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