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Produced by Rhakim Ali
LYRICS:
intro:
"I dont really play the scenes,
Im in the cut, like Vaseline.
But people be askin where they can find me
when im out rollin,
Im im always just like,"
Prolly riding bumping Delfonics
Hop in my whip and smell the chronic.
Pen is all in my grip till Im selling sonnets.
Fire all in my pad Im telling knowledge
Teaching Phonix
Till my diabolical plan becomes a promise.
Just to get whats owed to me,
then Ill bounce like hydraulics.
Back to making maneuvers in Ubers
Cops raid my crib Im sending all of the work to the sour
Rollin up manure, smooth
Your blunts look like shit I see that bitch canoeing.
And if you mentioning Cruise,
It aint no question who the truest, dog
A walking blessing in the flesh.
Dudes get charged,
Start talking friendly with the feds,
Thats the typa shit that get your body resting on a stretcher.
Drawing heavy on the sketch,
Painting pictures,
Making movies out my doodles
And if my dog already fucked then I dont want her poodle.
And when I got locked, the cops asked me if I would be a nark,
I said "Whattup have yall forgotten how to do your jobs?"
Ill just do the charge.
Take a felly,
Went to court,
Got it dropped to a misdemeanor,
Hugged and thanked my lawyer.
Back then I was in a Rush like Tom Sawyer.
Nowadays these rhymes keep me afloat,
Them flows feelin buoyant.
And plus Im high,
Skywalking like a Jedi,
Got red eyes,
Burning more gas than a semi,
And yet I,
Bet I,
Stay grounded like a dead fly,
Or the girls whose parents found out I popped their cherry pies.
No Warrant,
That was back in my teenage days,
I shoulda waited until I was older to start acting grown up.
Moms asked if I was selling weed I couldn't own up,
Rather lie and feel guilty,
Than ever have her disappointed.
In her middle son,
Knowing I was doing wrong moving pills from Lincoln out to Littleton.
8 hour drives with no weed damn near killin him,
Only thing on my mind was dividends,
Driving under the speed limit son.
Got paid a bunch,
Never whip your own shit,
Paid the homie, let me take his truck.
This my real life I couldn't make this up.
Competition gaming up,
So I made them prices drop.
Nothing but drugs and sweaty money in my Nike socks.
Cops was on patrol heavy, so I rode my bike a lot.
Illegal shit is risky, gotta be sly, like a fox.
Get caught slippin,
They gonna book you, you gonna find a box.
And you'll be bumpin off the wall,
Like you listen to Mike a lot.
Thankful to see 21 like ballin black jack.
Life feel sweet when you've been shot,
Getting popped like Black Cats.
I dont read or write no fiction,
Focused where them facts at.
You want beef?
You gonna need some life insurance, call Aflac.
Cuz you gonna want to leave some money for your family.
Thinking about holding awards at the Grammy's,
Got me ignoring baddies.
Im actually,
So high, my eyes are so low I can't see.
A cash cow I bring a fucking stampede.
One man's dream,
Got me down praying on my damn knees.
Like please let me achieve the things I hold dear(deer) like Bambi.
God please let my name live long after me!
And along the way don't let me lose part of myself like an amputee.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap