I can go 30for30 if I up this blikky”
It get wicked in the city pop ah bean I get trippy
I be feeling like 50 when I’m in my all black dickie”
Don’t make me call the goons up they can get active again
Most of us got families and tired of burying our friends
If it want for that you woulda been in the wind
Two too your chin while I walk away with a grin
You mad cuz inside me there ain’t no pretend
Mad cuz I want acknowledge you no dap or shake of the hand
Boy be a man stand on your own 10
Can’t even handle your juice and gin
You don’t never come outside so I’m thinking I’ll get your closes to kin
Now look at me sitting in the pin
Doing a 5 to 10
There’s goes the vicious cycle again tryna fit in