Hello, Mr. Crowder, How you feeling today?
I got the pound of weed ready, And the leafs in the safe
Pen & pad at the desk, And the beats we gon playI know you work too fucking hard, So we gon give you your space
I′m like okay, I'm a monster so this shit should be nothing
And the sound I heard grooved, Could feel it move in my stomach
And the words hit the pad, I always knew what I wanted
Get the profit up, And get the new blues by the hundreds
Listen to me I′m not a sucker, It's not in my blood
Respect the last name
The way we stunting made em fall in love, All about the change
Keep it pumping 'til it′s all for us, Drop ′em where he stay
Door bust in, Then we call a bluff
Push the dream forward bitch, That's the only way
Always got the team pouring up, Man I need the drank
Pull up blowing stank, Bring the drops in panties
They can′t stand me
But they love me because they know my rank, What you think?
I be buzzing homie, I try to keep a cup up on me
Smoke the runtz with OG
Now I'm serving niggas, Cut the joking
The feared has arrived, Merking everybody north & south of 95
Now I′m going out
I keep the eye and smith & on my side
Nigga close ya mouth, I'll have my lil niggas in your ride
Put the gun up to your face, Tell your pussy ass to drive
Park up in the alley then they blast em, Count to fucking 5
I′m a hardworking man, Don't ever play with my earnings
Try to call me if you can, I'm moving work to my germans
Put a pause on all your men, And they gonna fall to the curtains
See me, my longevity is reaching it′s verdict
I want the heavy cream but everything is not on the surface
This took precious thought, And I′ve been putting heart in my service
I found my purpose and it's genocide, Say this for the 2nd time
Push the dream forward, So when I play it
Gotta press rewind
Put my team on, Speak about them highly to the highs
It won′t mean nothing if I can't enjoy it with my fucking guys
Lines from way back, know I slay tracks
Ride the wave, I push your waves back
Earndhart, I′m eyeing from the racetrack
Been blessed with the knowledge and I promise I won't waste that
A nigga went to college but I ain′t feel it at all
Mind was feeling different options, how to kill it with these songs
Dealing with the fact my boy got 15, but he home
We've been smoking pouring remix by the dueces and the 4's
Trynna show him what he leaving, Know I love him that′s fasho
Let you trick niggas know what the real is
Hoping that my skill get nasty like them dill chips
Wrapped in plastic be the satin bitch you can′t feel this
