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Feel like ′06 me and that nigga Young Vonni back in Brent Latin backyard ya know?
'02 me and yellow boy Nyky, cooking that Boot Kamp shit out my granny houseWahhhn
I hit the blunt ′cause I'm way too tense
Gotta watch how I weigh two cents
Niggas partial and they play the fence
Either you down or I ain't convinced
You know all that talking lame as shit
Either you show me or remain a bitch
Dealt with niggas who just can′t repent
Had some issues over bills and rent
Spoke with homie but ain′t seen him since
I had to let it go and give it to God
'Cause what you reap is what you till in the sod
And it really ain′t no feelings involved
No sentimental resolve
Expected walls when I'm trying to evolve
Letting go of all the people I love
When it flood nigga look for the dove
I built a float ′cause I knew what it was
Spike my coffee just even my buzz
Throw tobacco in my joint with the bud
Kept it trill when nobody was watching
No alternative option
In the swamp drinking muddy concotions
Talking slick like I work at the auction
Highest bidder when it come to the flossing
Chinchilla make me look like a possum
Playing dead but been listening closely
Glass of vino and a platter gnocchi
Now ain't the time to provoke me
Don′t slip never know if I'll trip
Keep calm then I go for my hip
You can go for my bitch
But you better come with more than your lip
And your whip better be fully equipped
This bitch is bougie as shit
Grab your purse 'cause we fixing to dip
Whip a six like I′m mixing a brick
Hate crackers but we slept at the ritz
Black Madonna who love sucking some dick
Natural tits and voluptuous hips
Waist built by a mountain grits
Had to grab me plate
Thicker than a snicker how I could wait
And then I eat it ′til there's nothing to scrape
My beard frosty as flakes
Then wipe my face while I purr it was great
As of late I ain′t able to sleep
Cold blooded like I'm cradling sleet
People cheat when they can barely compete
Fuck friendship I′m playing for keeps
Game over and I'm still in my cleats
Flowing poetic as Keats
Shakespeare couldn′t fuck with the sonnets
Smoke chronic then collide with a comet
Way I shine better get you a bonnet
Expensive liquor you don't mix with a tonic
Niggas trash like they hosting a rummage
You can tell we the niggas who run it
Phil Knight nigga just go do it
I never judge it 'cause I might go thru it
In the booth it can get quite humid
When I hop in and mic 1-2 it
Some water might be prudent
Side bitch and a entree too
Had to keep on the entre nous
I play the field like Ndumakong Suh
Had my ol′ lady waiting at home
I know I′m wrong but I'm young and I′m on
Dead presidents you 'bout or what?
Counting bucks then dividing ′em up
I started rolling when I got in the cut
Said I quit but went and got me a cup
In the morning still gotta get up but getting lighted as fuck
On the 19th floor of the building
Got the window from the floor to the ceiling
And the Basquiat rather appealing
Got some ladies who look ready and willing
Got the E&J lavishly spilling for trill
