Two three four
How many niggas run through my store
Should I shoot stab or call police
Cops they don't care they won't find me
Final fantasy try the fam and see
What ah real nigga gone do
No timing on yo life to grab yo pistol
Memories of fruitville on my temple
When I see ah pig hoe
More work less pay
Hey
I ain't see my homie since the tenth grade
Blame it on the pigs tho
Mixture of the indo
Back when life had slim hope
Ghostface killer can it be so simple
Ammo packed up my homie strapped up
Once was frowning now you cheese like packer
The thieving bad bunch was shook with stag touch
Henny breathe whiskey guts
Southern swang missed the bus damn
Throw me down to pick me up again mane
I'm just living tryna maintain
Vision moves be popping champagne
I see ya voting tryna campaign
Stop plotting on us
Impeach the potus
To reach the quotas
Renounce
Black panther with the pounce
Blm we in the house
Naacp when they aim at me
All my life I was told I was blessed
At the corner store with my confessions
With big t and lil duce
Mane we pressing
At cho neck if you didn't learn your lesson
Man I'm off this shit
This is an interlude let me get into you
Through your ear canal or your optic
Dude