Nostalgic Delorean

Sweating blood and tears Hold them back like I know my nigga can see them Like don't swing on them I know you can beat them I'm on my grown man Cause man I'm grown Been grown since seaman Hopped out the wound like chh yoo Where the phone and some refer I've been chiefing since Ebraheem from Morreene From Philly let me see one He let me hit it I start geeking Nine-seven when wu forever first hit the streets Eb called everything jawn Fucked up my country speaking I used to bang bone in my box Then climb trees with Janell before she stop breathing Car wreck in dcin Streets calling me back I don't answer though Leave me a message Said that its stacks I don't cancel doe Hit me back He said you sick here the antidote Damn why I answer that This nigga trying to hand me hope Streets calling me back I don't answer though Leave me a message Said that its stacks I don't cancel doe Hit me back He said you sick here the antidote Damn why I answer that This nigga trying to hand me hope My first excuse was I'm on probation The nigga like Yeah man I know what you facing But see I'm thinking If you know what I'm thinking Why you trying to start me up Ima get a violation Instead man I let him keep rapping And he said This mapped out This is how it's going to happen Give me a call And I'll give you what you need No front involved I just want to get you off your feet Got a couple of shops Shops flawless indeed And you ain't got worry about nobody Calling police It ain't mandatory for you to get in the mix I understand your story So just get in and sit You ain't got to run them down Let them make it to you Shit you been in this shit how long Ain't waiting for you Take ya time I'm patient for real And I'm balling too It ain't worth the risk rushing Nigga I got a daughter too Then I look to him and said I got a nine to five He looked at me and said Me too I do it on the side Look my nigga I been doing this shit for some time And the streets in love with me And all I do to it is grind Look I'm gone have it No matter of what Nigga I'm thirty I don't care about them niggas Fuck them niggas trying to hurt me Is they gone cross the line Then I'm switch the situation Nigga step one time Then Ima put it in the faces Look just give me bout a week And give me a call Tell me what you wanna see Streets calling me back I don't answer though Leave me a message Said that its stacks I don't cancel doe Hit me back He said you sick here the antidote Damn why I answer that This nigga trying to hand me hope Streets calling me back I don't answer though Leave me a message Said that its stacks I don't cancel doe Hit me back He said you sick here the antidote Damn why I answer that This nigga trying to hand me hope Higher than Richard Pryor Prior to the fire Light up jambalaya Higher than high risers Blinded by the glare Of the other car's lighting And it's lightning And I'm swerving Hitting herb in a titan Nah a master Went faster around the curb Trying to catch her Lost control like white masters Hooptie rolled right past the red light Mad traffic Me and Legg almost crashed With the oncoming traffic coming Like to hit our ass but We ain't laugh or nothing Probably still passing something But fucked throwed Was captured off guido It's a rapture when I toke Flabbergaster's on his toes Dutch mastering Blabblin bastard with the flow Matter of fact a drunk flow Staggering blasting at my foes Toe tagging them Four magnum hear she blow Oh yeah she bagging them Oh for show Leave them staggering Broken bones