No Handshakes

Step out the crib, keys hang off my belt

Phone cracked screen, look how my life felt
Mail stack, pink slips, all that debt on the shelf
Still slide to the block 'cause the block know itself
Cold fries in the bag but the ride on full
Got a warrant in the system but the car plates cool
Homie say he got a lick but his eyes look cruel
He the type to shake hands then go talk to the blue
Graffiti on the wall, names crossed, that's beef

Candles on the curb, still waxed up with grief
Mom praying in the kitchen 'cause the city too loud
I just stare at my shoes, never look at the cloud

It's that minimum threat, all facts, no flex
One rule, one check, one call, wrong text
Keep it simple 'cause a simple thing kill
Every handshake, every love stay still
That minimum threat, play work, wrong tone
Everybody act real, everybody on phone
Say solid, say day one, say gang
But the price for all lies do the most big thing