Текст песни




Sweet, you gotta be on some trippy shit
Got a nigga wiggin' off a trippy stick
Where we at?
Fully band Cubana, bust down 42s
Did my thing at Juliana's, should have went to boarding school
Cuzo move to Oregon, channel checkin' for the news
Touch more keys than a piano, I can make an organ move
Still double down on that deuce, put a seven on it
Thought that this was stabber, this that shit them niggas never wanted
Me and Chuck cut it and them gang members you run behind
Closest thing that I got to some brothers when it come to mine
Me and Swole gon' kill for one another, that's just how we rock
Drop a skid with this mop stick, get you mollywhopped
Reppin' Hell Block and Sizmaw, cuzo from the Clem
Grew up on East Warren in that concrete jungle gym
Real Mafia, what else? Niggas know what's up with them
Hokum Block back to McClair, they knew not to fuck with him
Smuck a couple niggas boots, that's the thing about Lil Mooch
I'm macadamia lit, these niggas know I'm quick to shoot
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Trippin' off of these trippy snacks, I'm seein' visions
I'm seein' visions
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Trippin' off of these trippy snacks, I'm seein' visions
I'm seein' visions
Rich as dog shit, real Slumdog Millionaire
Came up on Warren, 10 Graves and 4s off of Belvidere
Went to Chandler Elementary, first through fourth grade
Low-cut fade, black suede, number four Js
All white buffies got these whores wanna suck me dry
Rich as Rich Kent, forty pointers coverin' my eyes
Cookin' up a pot while them ghetto birds hover in the sky
I been hustlin' and thuggin' all my life
On the Mall, my block do a couple hundred in a night
They try to green light us, we gon' run a red light
And park a nigga shit, hawk a loogie with the carbon, let it rip
Glicko with the switch, leave a nigga carcass with the stench
From Van Dyke and Harper to the 6th
Did shit on the floor like it ain't no carpet in the spizz
Sorry, I was trappin', me, Francois and Lee Majid
Aaron Rodgers, I don't need no shoulder harness for the strid
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Trippin' off of these trippy snacks, I'm seein' visions
I'm seein' visions
I'm just tryna catch a rhythm
Trippin' off of these trippy snacks, I'm seein' visions
I'm seein' visions



Авторы: James Clay Jones, Adam Jay Weissman Copyright: Next Records Nyc



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