Lyrics
(Back for my people) uh
Yo, yo, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
You be with the boys and I'ma be with the dawgs
Blood on the Travies, it serve as a challenge coin
I'm the voice, I had to speak for the org', passed the preacher
Smashed up weed on the organ, master teachings
Actually couldn't hold me (who's gonna stop me?)
I was hungry
Mama made her son read, so I'm hunting glances 'til the peak
That still didn't feed me
I had to get a feel for the whole thing
Peeking the orbs, speak on what I absorb
Reserved boundaries, I found a different route to explore
And run around deep
I told you 'bout the reaching, you found out and screamed
That sound to me like a loss
I had a bad 'bout with grief and I tossed a match on it
Kerosene, burned the ring down to ashes
And memories, feather feet behind
And ahead of the beat, throwing 'em off
Arriving in the nick of time, these niggas nickel and diming
I'm giving 'em five and sliding, my way up the street
Pretty penny, you my luckiest find, skin copper
Titties bouncing, save a generous slice for me
Please (yeah, I need a piece of this 'bout this small)
Please, save a generous slice for me
Change jingling in my pocket
These niggas nickel and diming
I'm giving 'em five
Pretty penny, you my luckiest find, skin copper
Titties bouncing, save a generous slice for me
(Please)