Young nigga from the illest block,
them harlem niggas get it poppin' that's the realest drop
More than my nigga Fred, dour doobies getting lit,
sipping 'gnac to the head
I told him wait til I get to this bread
Took one to the head, fuck,
but you can see and feel my aura
The streets is a mess nigga I'm
blessed to even see tomorrow
So Killa this one is for you,
keep your spirit around I got a lot of living to do
See I gotta feed my kids and em' too, lot a load to cop,
shows to rock, and hoes to screw
This is my sour hour marathon
Uh, they bullshit, babble on
Less talking, more smoking,
I hope you bring your lungs with you
your friend she can come with you
she sending me flicks of her tits,
She dig my rugby flavors,
before them other niggas did it
You think I was a player? RLFC
Yeah a lot of niggas jack,
They follow the trend, but for me,
Anytime you see me, it's a fresh one
or some foam posits, check him
got my higher than a Jetson
Lame niggas still smoking up
Lawsuit blew it done fucked up all
I shitted on you niggas now it's back to the pot