"Shoulda been did it but I been in a daze though"
Feelin like Jay when he let his lil thang go
Lookin back when we blowed trees listen to Weezy
Now I'm cryin, my niggas steady tell me be easy!
Hold Up!
Cryin? Nigga please I'ma pimp in brown formation
High times, all supplies equals proud duration
I bick back, blow trees nigga fuck what the rest do
The color a lima beans, no dirt, I fuck wit the best dude
Money green the color, the eyes see verde
This aint the radio but I'm given'em air play
I'm up in the clouds feet relaxed on nine
See me in the streets and get ya plasma splashed on signs
I'ma tac to find, other words too damn sharp
Stab and stab at cha till you lose that heart
And I aint talkin bout masscres, I'm talkin bout battlers
40 feeling, bullets hit you feel this lyrical calibur!
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