Bro just dropped an album on me
And that shit hit good like alimony
Run through palace like the gala homie
Ain't no challenge for me
Me and Mary Jane had holy matrimony
Know you prolly mad don't have no malice for me
Puffing cali bags I scan the bag to know it
Flip the pack I grow
Throw profit back to Oakland
Bet not backtrack what you told
Cause my young boys get irrational the most
Ruffing gashed you where you spoke
Got the task force in my coat
Dropped your ashes off the boat
Taking a shortcut back to the pad
Straight to some bitches that didn't have they dad
Yeah he ain't shit b**h give me your ass
Alphabet whip a through z for the class
And I beasted my bag
I could teach you a tad
But I'm keeping it player
Lead me to water ain't sipping the flavor
Detailing minor but missing the major
He double box wrapped but forgot the food saver
Hit me for plate and I'm leaving the cookout
Little bro got older replacing my lookout
Now he signing my books out
We took the game and look what we done shook out
Nine out of ten times I wrote it said f**k it
Just rapping I'm taking the hook out
I been told her back it up
Cause she don't use that ass enough
Haters talk on socials stalk but real life shit not adding up
You rapping like it's bad for us
We rapping like back of the school bus
I ain't got no tool but I could fix the fuss
Don't play me I been had magic touch like woah
Give me a second to address the message
Like all of these niggas creating this wreckage
Like me and Fahad is a tiny percentage
Like music ain't easy you cheesy
You rap like you urgently needing a beverage
Shoutout Ed boy he was booling no hemorrhage
I'm lifting like Ruben yeah I got the leverage
I'm lifting like Ruben yeah I got the leverage, Uh
Woah
We back to the basics more like the mosaics
I'm moving like matrix
I'm walking on fabrics I swear that they Persian
I'll do the conversion
We talking about two point five mill for the Persian
Think I want birkins
You still take your girl out to eat at the Perkins
I love me some chocolate but look at them Germans
I'm talking bout Porsche, amg that'll work it
Amg swerving
Flow is wavy I took off the durag and my shits is surfing
Working so I could be earning rather than burning
Tables is turning but I still sit at them
Chilling with crodie man always blem
Looking through beats is like mining for gems
Sent boy an album a job for the pen, yeah
Too late for him jot that pen
We got flockers on the block don't bend
Not a bird and the hawk not phlegm
But the hawk got a hot shot flame
Dry girl but I love saltines
Dry verb you just talk them things
I real life park at scenes
Just sling can't pocket things
Type Rondo rocket things
Yeah I keep it for my dog but I never try to bark them things
Yeah I'm ripping up the track real crazy
Sing write act like Patrick Swayze
Dirty dancing in the 80s
Foday in the whip yeah them windows hazy
You niggas soft like picking daisies
Plenty of ladies but no babies
Jowdy Trini slightly Haiti
Sak pase speak creole maybe
Foday Sierra Leone
Like the blood diamond in little uzi dome
You subject to catching a beam
And all eyes from my team
Until retreat and you leaving the zone, woah
I reminisce on the beat
Your b**h she reminisce on my meat
When she done clean up leave me neat
You salty seems more bitter sweet
Dum dum in a sweet aromatic
Dum dum drunk from the slums of my magic Johnson
I shot it up like a Thompson
Said it's too late for a plan b
N**a what's the option
Blast from the past if you know what I mean
She do me right kept me hyped through the quarantine yeah
