Cruisin (feat. 540Gray)

Okay, I'm sittin' round just thinkin' bout this money that I'm makin'

But to me it still ain't shit, but these suckas playa hatin'

Bitch you lazy, I can't take it, need to get up off yo ass

Lookin' silly, think I'm really bouta front yo ass a sack?

Prolly never get it back

Dyll he know better than that

I can't stand these little games that these chickens like to play

I see right through it, I ain't stupid, only want me for the pay

Needa get up out my lane before you make me act deranged

Catch me slidin', low ass mileage, as I'm beatin' up the fuckin' block

Catch 'em slippin' like transmission, now I gotta knock em off

I ain't gotta tote no tool to get the job done, that's a fact

I'm masked up with a bat and I be runnin' through the fuckin' back

Steady cruisin' down the lake, with my life at the stake

Always serving, pick the plate

Another picture painted fate

What's the point about this take?

Remember those places take up spaces inside our head

The devil skates upon the gates I place my weight

Just another restless day I find my way I hit that lane

I'm not another random name pussy boys always act the same

Fuck this world, I am to blame

Swung and broke the fucking frame

Damn, my brain has brought me shame

In my crib is where I lay

All of my life I bring to manage mental damage, dropping ashes

Loving the way you speak so average

Taking action bound to happen

Speak our passion, fucking poser stop the capping, get to passing

Got us tapping, grab the napkin, cause our pistols do the packin