Melted

Ricky got me feelin crippy Got me singing Jimmy Hendrix tryna pull a string Elton John when I push a key lookin Pusha T as I'm pulling in Big calais with the rims looking Like exactly what my daddy shoulda been Too busy with the sharps bin while sharks fin circle where he swim I can smell the blood from miles away now Everybody food I don't like wear a bib We ain't spinning blocks we only do it once Make phone call sayin' yeah habib Where I been up in the main Tyna hold my head high while rare our kids With a fake smile on a Skype call Tryna hide my scars I'm never bearing skin White boy no Corleone When I tell em that I grew up with the mob I ain't goin back to jail again I promise lana I won't screw up with the job On the west coast in the shadows On my Tom n Jerry tryna put in bigger crops I got big fish with a little belly and a bigger eye up in my city lost (Doing laps) Silly man Silly man doing laps Figure skating bro Figure skating we speeding skating Cunts are just doing laps Ricky Bobby in the commy Got me sippin coffee with a fucking Dumbledoor Wizard with the whippet bet I told him when I see him next he better come with more You'll be rewarded Plenty brothers wanna run the ball And come in short platform 9 and 3 quarters While I'm in this black Porsche with a white key and green mortgage I'm a beast for this Peeps saw this All my family eating three courses Sydney city spitting Ghetto Gospels Feel Spanian I could write the streets chorus John Cena Ain't nobody seen us But we throwing elbows every week for this I was weak before this Eating beans to get to sleep for this Suffer for my art I'm running from the past Coming from my heart on everything I do Mud up in my glass All my brothers fast Ramadan with the stick n move You can't pick n' choose It's been four years Three lagging since Body Bag sleeping in the booth Now I'm out here getting six figures for the shit I do