The Interlude (feat. Party G the Humble)

We suppose to be living

We from the block

We suppose pitching

I copped a crib right close to the prison

Them n***** know me

The 40 cals the size of a O.E

My n***** will blow heat

Bars of heron till you OD

The jewels straight dripping

I’m Hot like a spoon in the kitchen

Old school with the moves

Like I’m pippen/

You end up on the news when you missing

Ya b**** on her knees while I breeze

While I cruise in the whippin’

You n**** better get bars up

Cali weed the got me so high

I swore star ducked

Its youngin back at it

Hustle with mathematics

Labels in the struggle

They bundled with crack attics

Them b***** can’t ride free

Unless they ride the D with

An a** that’s size of me

I’m on other some shit

Lines hotter than an oven mitt

The Get@Em Army

You should know who you fucking with

Party G the Humble: [Verse 2]

From worker to the big boss

I had to grind jus to get far

Busing shots in my b**** car

In 2 days got the piff off

I’m the one that you don’t piss off

Spin the block then it’s lit dog

They like son hit dog

Outline couldn’t walk off

I get mine out the dirt y’all

The building mine I eat on all floors

Your b**** in my phone under all 4s

And That’s all yours

I get the points then check the scoreboards

Up next a world tour

I touch a block then I gotta eat

Same spot 24/8 I ain’t gotta sleep

My bae up she ain’t gotta cheat

My name up I ain’t gotta speak

When you really see s*** the mind different

Yours is cutt

So our lines different

The bait is always on the line for those who fishing

I walk up for a closer vision

I control the kitchen

Dirty pots coke with lefts overs in it

I can’t think about my pass living

Member my x b*** came to the mountain like this her last visit

Still feel me party