Lyrics Antelope (feat. Brian Brown) - Nuke Franklin

Cut a nigga hand off he try to take mine
Snakes in the grass name swinging through the grapevines
Bitch I′m from the dirt was raised by a bunch of canines
I was 12 watching 12 circle round the block with K-9's
Once they hit the corner, hit the cut and hop the fence
A little group of project babies I′m the one that went legit
Dapped em up but I could tell that he was pussy from his grip
So if his ass get outta pocket we gon hit em with a blitz
Gotta get em quick
Real militant
Crack a 5th
Marijuana scent
Bleeding thru the vent
Super lit
Ain't no laying up
Hit the Coochie quick
Gotta dip
Go pick Lotto up
Got a couple plays, I assist
Run them Dolla's up
Down or what
I was down as fuck on the niggas
They ain′t lend a cent reason I don′t fuck with these niggas
Had to take a risk
Dice inside my fist need a point
Keep my foot on necks till these mothafuckas get the point

Aye, sleeping in the house wake yo ass up
Loafing around ain't how we get down, get comfy for what
You see the world turning and burning my mind on fire
Still out here blazing on my lonesome like oh tried em
Marvel at the fact that everything that I put down on them pages
Is exactly what you witnessing right now, quite amazing
Gave niggas a classic so naturally they asking what′s next
Good dope sells itself I guess
It's just funny to see niggas already having withdrawals
While I′m struggling to see all of the fruits of my labor
So I'm back in this mothafucka like my last meal depended on it
If you ain′t bringing shit to the table, do us a favor
And keep the fuck from round me
It ain't no hard feelings just taking an extra mile, gotta love you from a distance
If at any instance you feel some type of way
You know the drill
Lines always open only way I know
Bless the trill