Yes, let me dig into your brain, folks falling like Property got me selling things, I'm gon' explain Jane is rolled up, no be throwed up But still got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my teeth I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinking you Got's ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew I'm crumblin', no for fumbling selling my sacks watching my back em up like splish, leaving em in a splash Of blood, the clock is ticking niggas from my is missing I'm putting it like it be hot before we all get shot Got, only so much in this bastard Bitter be claiming broke but I be saying pro-cras-ti-natin' Settling for less, be ready When they roll up in nest and, sink one in your chest and You'se gone, up here for good Y'all be bobbin back and to let me know you understood Yeah, up
There's only so much time left in this crazy I'm crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (what's the 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 swing but shit they me huh I'm getting nice with them things, I do like that You heard me on the and yes my man I'm true to that I run my lyrics the way wanna hear em And shoot my dice like it's the brick the way that done flicks em Nigga, so around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexing But I'm running over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it Ten millimeters em nigga fuck a nine See I added a millimeter for niggas doing crimes and drive bys Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, suckers 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 crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas don't understand (what's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm crumblin' erb
Wooo! Big Boi Got a type of nugget, box, it's empty That's where the erb be dropping, it's simply time is ticking But some of that time when I be laying in the Dungeon Sugar Bear and Mon be smoking like it ain't nothing It ain't shit, to another hit so hit it Of the canibus weed reefer yeah smoke shit all day any til they label me deceased So fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the peace
We, is smoke out, until we choke out Like some merry men, cowards I be Coming around my shop with that see you gets nothing Just DJ do the cutting I be having your posse 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 be in my chest until I'm chilling in peace, yeah
There's only so much left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just erb Niggas killing niggas don't understand (what's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just erb