Letras
(Kato, you way too dope, kid)
I'm 'bout to cut off every ho that I have
Now I'm focused on the bag, if I go broke, they gon' laugh
My trap slow, I woke up and sold a bowl and a half
How you tryna crack jokes when you broke and in last?
Smack the back, lactose, put a half on a half
Turned a half into a whole, then I sold it so fast
I'm in the kitchen mixin' dope, I had to throw on a mask
I heard niggas sneak dissin', but they still owe me cash
Real street nigga, bitch, you could catch me in the wind
And I still play the trap every day from ten to ten
Come spin, then come and shop again
Better cut the fin or drop somethin', it's a ten
I was on the block hustlin' like, "Fuck it, I gotta win"
Tryna cop somethin' from a bucket to a Benz
If I ain't got nothin', who gon' love me then?
If this money stop comin', would you still be my friend?
Block huggin', it is what it is
Down on my knees, Lord, forgive me of my sins
I'll sacrifice my life, just give me back my friends
The ones and the S's and my bulls in the pen
Smokin' on that sour made my mind levitate
I finally found a lot of my rhymes elevated
Divine meditation, define destitute
My mind go deep like a shrine in Peru
These lines were designed to mesmerize the youth
With crime intertwined, it jeopardize your crew
Don't be surprised when them letter guys come through
Droppin' dimes, everybody doin' time but you
You out your mind, how could you pull apart the glue?
No vision, everybody in the dark but you
No friendship in this business, so pay attention
My mom said, "Them ain't your nigs," and I wouldn't listen
Them ain't my nigs, now I get it
After doin' time in prison, now I listen to my intuition
Them niggas only with you if it's beneficial
Like a ref with a whistle, I been official
I was on the block hustlin' like, "Fuck it, I gotta win"
Tryna cop somethin' from a bucket to a Benz
If I ain't got nothin', who gon' love me then?