Caldo

My style rare like a harvest moon

I told em lay me in the darkest tomb

With a thousand pounds my crown and a thousand jewels

And with so many rounds they uncountable

Ima threat man ill take em off they high horse

They dont run with the wolves

You just fly north

My team steady sparkin like july 4th

Shit you got big shoes to fill these ain't no size four

We taken it Back to 9 4

When cats was blastin out them vans with side doors

And back to the days rappers practiced they lines more

I guess i know why today they stayin inside for

Hand em an adderall man they sleep n done

Man they raps old and tired like a cheetahs lung

Fuckas askin for a light and still can't see the sun

Ain't no screwin up the hustle

We just tryna get our shit right

Stackin blue notes

Holdin bundles

That's the way we tryna live like

Ain't no way you actin humble

If you dont like the way you live life

Im nice with the pen

Yah I'm likely to win

Catch a hommy

Stuff the body

In the recycling bin

Put some effort

It's a western

How we rifling in

I'm like webber

Play the center

With the might of 6 men

If I tell my boy to shoot

Deuce deuce in his boot

Had him walkin like a zombie

Left jab so crucial bet you thought that I was Ali

Front and center when we rocket got me lookin like I'm Hakeem

Iim on my big pun

Heavyweight with bars of a Santo

Bash your eardrum

Chop it up get thrown in the caldo

Have my momma stir the soup

With cilantro and ajo

Pop the 40 in the morning

While kes smoking a frajo

Ya it organized krime creep through the city like in New Jack

Am I My Brother's Keeper

Yes I am I thought you knew that

In all black like the reaper