My father
Had a dream back in the day
That i was preaching
I guess I got to talk to them
Real quick
My money different
Seen more boxes then a ups
To sick with all these scripts
Like a cvs
Time to roll out the tape
Like a vhs
Tissues cover your momma face
When these bullet bless
Reaper knocking at you door
Like a census check
And put a k to your chest
Like under Louie neck
Snow falling niggas sliding
Like a skiing trip
Ironman with the Gwen
Whip a dollar quick
Hunnits nips
Act up my blood will crip
Know some sevens
That will line you for the cash
Like poker chips
Ring your top
All they herd was a blast
Winning hit
Jackpot put jack in a box
Best watch your lips
Forgein whips designer kicks
This a different duffle
Cop some land then expand
This a different hustle
Momma told me watch the haters
And the ones that love you
Behind doors they applaud
Group talk and huddle
I wrote this shit with a knife in back
Lost my mother father brother
I can never get back
Seen some family come home
And go straight back
For still spinning
And pushing squares
Like Pat Sajek
C300 but I need a maybach
White chauffeur
So you can watch a nigga
Whip from the back
She ate the apple
Then she spit it right back
Freak bitch from freaknik nigga
Had her throwing it back
This that sonic oatmeal
With the pissy covers
Bread and cheese in the mic
With a hugga and jugga
All my squares come wrapped
Like some hubba bubba
Get money fix the cap
Before my niggas rush ya
This that sonic oatmeal
With the pissy covers
Bread and cheese in the mic
With a hugga and jugga
All my squares come wrapped
Like some hubba bubba
Get money fix the cap
Be fore my niggas rush ya
