(Steele) Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the Strobe light affect, everything's slow Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone me home Stagger to my feet, toward the walk talk (Aiyo Ripper what up nigga, check out proposition There's money to and I'm in the mood to go fishing) Whatever nigga, give me time to my ass My habit at your day, fiendin for the cash (Do what you gotta do, I'm on my way in the car 'cause when I get there, yo we like Tamar) Right right easy (Now I'm off to the south to get more info on this dough I about Gotta sure everything secure Can't let me and my man let these grants past our hands The out heavy today I hope they try to get in the way of our pay) Damn, I'm ready, noon, the man's out Gotta take a quick shower, get and bounce Grabbed a fatigue, strapped out the Proper for all criminals Blazed up the clip, loads up the If a boy riff, a body their stiff Who dem man gon rap on my door Disturb me at work, on the low dub four (Yo me) Who that (ST, what up) Aight up son, let me put it back on safety (Aiyo kid it smells like fresh grown cess, Twist up some trees we jet) True, you know we keep a fat of sensee Even though you know it our pockets go empty (But no less about to starved free men So whenever we we gon bag up this spinach) Easier said than done, peep the The dred around the corner, just try to blast and dunn (I knew it, bad vibes flowin fluid Forget about the dough, do it I see you already strapped pa, so meet you outside, my gats back in the car How far one go before he throw his whole entire right out the window)
(talking)
(Steele) And a dead boy, and I don't know (Aiyo he looks the dred, that hooked us up on the low) What you say (Thinkin out loud, just caught me in the I'll you all about it on the way home) Whatever, I'mma send this to his essence Fuckin wit the family, he gotta learn a lesson And you he ain't yardy right Some boy gon get dead As we strap on the gloves, the buzz from cannabis bout to get scandalous
(arguing and gunshots)
Gotta be gon the double, I think I seen all tumble But on the left there's Undercover had to staked out Watchin the whole thing go down, yo time to brake out The 4/5th as I and drive 'cause every mind here might not leave alive
Son why you stallin? Hop on the Get us outta here before we be the next Right now, this whole shit is bug, we the Yet the beast comin up niggas love our burners, gave us dap, let us bounce Now it's to the dog house, to smoke the next ounce
(talking)
Who believe them beats left us alone And took the chrome that's in one of our own back And not only kid, check How that we just did, was that connect For the cash, them pigs of had dips for the stash That ain't some shit for ya ass
Troops say, ya never liked this ass anyway But shit wit the pigs CO-made my day Gave me a new outlook on the beast watched out for the ones so called the beast But anyway, you know we high now Doin it like this, the original crook