Okay, okay.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Ah.
I tried to told them Ernie back you fuckers can't hold them.
Smoking with your girly liquor got a wide open.
Now who is really * with the dudes bitch?
No one.
No, we got it on lock.
Get up off the scroll.
Getting brain swerving lanes on the interstate.
They anticipate the drop, but they finna wait.
I'm rude enough to take your mom on a dinner date.
Hell yeah, my crew go dumb.
Harlem shake.
But if you didn't know I'm wrecked from my head to my tippy toes.
Can't grippy flow, puffing
sticky dro.
Getting trippy eating mushrooms with
Richie Flo. Slizzard off the Henny who's
driving to the liquor store.
In house like what we do is all us.
Don't measure up like a wild Russ with small tuss.
Like a brunt there's no glory if it's all guts.
My * flow stays tauter like a
It's
Happy birthday, Richard.
Yeah.
Let's go.
Uh, uh.
Man, the reasons of a young Bobby De Niro.
Listening to Reasonable Doubt, feeling thematic.
The bars are sporadic as long as I'm in passion.
It don't matter what nobody else thinks.
I'm going to say what I got to say,
and it's from the heart.
Throwing all these thoughts at these niggas' heads,
making them think about the wisdom that I speak.
*.
Half your nigga *.
High glyphs when I spit.
Too many homies banging crits.
Too many banging blunts.
But ain't nobody there for you when you're locked up.
Too many saying that they sell crack and sell pills.
But not enough rappers saying they take care of their kids.
So real.