Yes, let me dig into your brain, falling like rain Property got me selling things, guess I'm explain Jane is rolled up, no gangs be up But still Andre got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my I take it upon myself to mine, thinking that you ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this I'm crumblin', no time for fumbling my sacks watching my back Wetting em up like splish, leaving em in a Of blood, the is ticking niggas from my block is missing I'm putting it like it be hot before we all get shot Got, only so much time in this Bitter be claiming but I be saying they pro-cras-ti-natin' for less, bet' be ready When they roll up in your and, sink one in your chest and You'se gone, up outta here for Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you Yeah, up
There's only so much left in this crazy world I'm crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they understand (what's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm crumblin' erb
So me out, see in a while when niggas be trying to test me I gets frisky Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they but shit they missed me huh I'm getting nice with them things, because I do that You me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to that I run my the way y'all wanna hear em And my dice like it's the brick the way that wall done flicks em Nigga, so ring around the diamonds around my neck from flexing But I'm running niggas over a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it Ten millimeters count em fuck a nine See I added a millimeter for niggas doing crimes and drive bys Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora I the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers Be bopping shots, like them hoes be coochies And I still be spreading bullets like them be spreading cooties So look here niggas, I'm Red October I my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over
only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't (what's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm crumblin' erb
Wooo! Big Boi Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it's That's where the erb be dropping, simply marvelous time is ticking But some of time when I be laying vocals in the Dungeon Bear and Mon be smoking ounces like it ain't nothing It shit, to take another hit so hit it Of the canibus weed reefer yeah smoke shit all day any til they label me deceased So fire up one and smoke out and fuck the world peace
We, is smoke out, until we choke out Like merry men, cowards I be burying Coming around my with that see nigga you gets nothing Just like DJ do the cutting I be having your ducking nothing but King Shit, I am asking, sucker can you That player with the throwing salt off in your game Sprinkle motherfucker don't be crying on me That stuff the sess be in my chest until I'm in peace, yeah
There's only so much time left in this crazy I'm just erb, I'm just crumblin' erb killing niggas they don't understand (what's the master plan) I'm just erb, I'm just crumblin' erb