Jazz loops, smash juice Piled up at the crib
The bad news all up in the fridge
Black and whites, all red All day
What a way to begin A sad song
When the rain fall off your lid
But the love for, I just might offer a rib
A long story you probably never told
To your kids it's a long way home
When you all alone nobody calling on your phone
Down on one nine oh where the f**k is my folks
Them niggas on another coast
Yo this more I woke up and I opened up a cereal box
I never got to the prize though I'm from the l o s
A jealous niggas tested
Need to find the best man go be somebody's best friend
Put down a weapon go another direction
My flow other dimensions
I know none of your business isn't signal
Simple mind of ripples I be ripping through that fresh
Cruel losers you was in floating through your shit
Over the feds I know you wanna get
Man but no you can't get it
Just don't get it yeah
Yeah you know I'm saying yeah right
Mercury blackberg and he rap rhyme
Burglary certainly about to murk
That boom baffle but that cool
Jazz curtains open up behind the eighty eight grand
I'm on grands with my mans we making grands
She shaking hands with the president and underbrown rap
The best lyrics is underground b l u the smooth
Educated ethic with accurate eight
Average backpack high school
Drop off pleased to meet you
My name is blue like the color ofwhy you lay high
Your rap proof is spoiled with milk
I spit that shit out I don't play that
Kick the shit out of the break and the sample
Make the bass catch cops like high hats
They can't handle the swing on the samba
Flips on the Black Mamba
Mama, hot juice
Stick 'em up, I came to rob ′em
All of the sudden stuck in drama Like fourth
I trap 'em When my n**a rob ′em
