Lyrics:
hee-haw
Like the Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
Cracker try me, we squeeze off
Swear to god, I could've been Freddy Gray or Mike Brown getting shot
makin moves in Japan, living off land
Half a kilo in the closet, sitting on grams
See you be the graham cracker, shells like clams
If we don't know
nigga
I wanted Gucci and Fendi, my nigga
Gucci, Givenchy, my nigga
But none of them crackers ain't love us, my nigga
All of them crackers said fuck
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
That means the squad is 20 deep
I zoned
Zone Coaster (The International) [Repeat: x6]
[Busta Rhymes]
Finally by now the whole crew's in the house
housing
Moving ounces
Until them crackers came and got me
Out the way yo
Nigga's hating
Nigga's plotting
Nigga's Scheming
They want even
But it won't
you prefer
Precisely heated water colored by herbs
Mom take a seat next to Pookey the bear
Share crumble cake because that's only fair
Dad, there's
but light them toys
He can tell you bullshitting by the bass up in your voice
Raised by his old boy rest in piece little Cesar
He said he know the way
right
I know how it be outside so
I keep that strap by my side
It's a blessing if you make it
To see twenty-nine
Dont play with em
Two bitches
They want
working for no cracker by the age of six
I was writing verses in my classes on them papers bitch
I made it work when I ain't have shit, I made shit
I hope
Are we waltzing the side tracks?
Are we wasting our time?
To get all of our points back
We’ve been used by crime
If you want to believe me
I’m
Feed them to the dogs
As how the crackers build a system through the mud
Created a drowning dream
Where the hole of the lost
Is sacred deeper in
And I'm still him
Yeah I'm still trim
Poured another six today
Like I'm still ill
Seen dude get shot in his face
But I'm still chill
Bullet missed me by
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
crackers, please, more crackers, please"
You want what you want but you don't wanna be on your knees
Who does your, who does your hair?
Who took the Bomp
me at 3 I'll clock ya dead by 4
Cos me and my click whoa we're well hardcore
Man ya get a drivebyin a me drive by car
Lover lover loverman dem talk
Reluctantly I walk on by, I'm not gon' lie, that Betty fine
But I got to drank, cant even thank, unless I'm tanked, I'm already high
So let it fly, miss
on by, I'm not gon' lie, that Betty fine
But I got to drank, can't even thank, unless I'm tanked, I'm already high
So let it fly, miss Kimberly, I can see
"More crackers, please, more crackers, please"
You want what you want but you don't wanna be on your knees
Who does your, who does your hair?
Who
burn
Live by y'all who can't learn
Why it hurts to see them with them platinum plates they ain't earn
I'm lickin this cool whip munchin on a few chips
that flashlight on my ass, where was you at
Last night when them assholes ran up on my grass?
Rapper slash actor, kiss the crack of my cracker slash
high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so
Bitch you know my Swagger in the Safe my brother beat the Case im Triller by the day my points they Tryna to Shave
you know my eyes on the cake i
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