Letras
I never been one to really complain
If life deal the cards play the hand or fold the game
Not a fan of the stainless I prefer the metal be matte black
And I'm only finna ask one time
Where the stash at
I double backed on the plug his shit was all that
Take a sniff of this in a minute I bet he call back
I been programming It's cardio for the cardiac
And I ain't drinking 40's just water up in a tall glass
Aye cut the bragging, these rapping niggas capping
I was trapping trying to stack it tall as Charlie Chaplin
When the funds get to funneling family flip to foes
Buster's act like they bros and hoes start getting bold
Man, I learned to cook it up in the microwave or the stove
And rainy weather best time for trafficking on the road
And I'm veteran I been there and done it just check my resume
Married to the game I got no intention to separate
Took time to meditate I'm protecting my mental space
Cuz whenever I lose my head I find myself with a case
I was selling hard drugs when I was still on parole
Fiends at my momma crib they trying to get them a dose
I know I'm tripping, bagging up where I was living
But when nothing is given the only thing to be thinking is go and get it
Tryna focus on the vision but it's roaches in the kitchen
I was rapping bout the riches barely had a pot to piss in
I was stressed out, not to mention fresh out
But you don't never see me pout, I'm ten toes with my chest out
And lately I been spitting like the best out, hands down
That's why they trying to soak up my style like hand towels
Nigga go against me, he gon need to be helped out
He came in healthy, but he had to be helped out
The burner hold my jeans, I don't need me a belt now
If momma knew the half she would have her a meltdown