Borderland

(808 Kartel) Dropped me some seed's made a tree Nah I just cleaned out, the tent Grew it back up, and than chopped it again Keep it straight order, this strict discipline No Outlet taught us, how to be men Standing tall, never fold never bend One day I'ma, repent all my sin Run it up, and then a amen Hit your lil man's, with a couple band Never know, might have a greater plan Foreseeing, shadows in the land Thunderstorm coming, what I'm saying Malcolm X, peeping for the van Huey Newton, make my own stand I'm my own goddamn, man Ion get why y'all can't hit, your man's I thought it ain't none, for an advance (Huh these niggas fake) CMG giving, 1.5 Me and all my niggas, need a dime So far everyone declined Signatures, pending for the sign's We ain't even, close to hitting our prime Right now, all the stars align Mommas Ti is better than, your wine No cough, looking so surprised Intermissions let off, couple cries On Reel told y'all, never tell no lies Ep bumping like a mixtape, imma be 30 30 before 45 Tell everybody to, get in-line If you ain't heard, we collecting fines Hate mixing Act. with the Mellow Yellow, but Danny used to drink it just fine Search for the girl of my dream's No Alice in Borderland, but she was truly a queen I wanna give her everything This is not you, but I just made me a seen My past keep on following me tryna keep tween, all of these conflicting themes Feel like a balance beam, only got one shoot to live out our dream Jokers keep harassing, R.I.P to Joker used to load up happily Back in school, couldn't click with the facility Making these moves, and that's why they all mad at me Flow so smooth, that they all gone attract to me Shooter gotta shoot, cause he not with the blasphemy Plus not to mention, that he got good accuracy Two three shell's, he don't need the whole magazine Never seen a cell (I'ma… I'ma tell y'all like this) Assassin got him Hiding, in the side Keep a blade tucked, when he ride Charlie Manson, in and out slides Mortal Kombat, he like all his knives 15, I was hood Plies Tryna make a flip out every dime Reworked every pack, they looked fine We was getting shipment's off of line Run it up, until it's bank time Deposits on, deposits don't decline Focus up, you gotta steady mind Pure soul, keeping it divine I chopped 100 plant's, without no shine Doubled back, and it was perfect time Wholesalers, still hit my line Good relationships, is hard to find Plug just hit me, with two And how can I lie, I still got the juice Ran inside Target, and made me a few Doubled right back with some heat for the stu My weed get cleaned with Baking Soda Lemon Juice, Peroxide in that order Cherish all these female's, like they was my daughter Every single day, I'm gone spoil her Living out our dream's, like we really never had em Monotone way of living, ion never wanna grasp it One faithful disciple, just walked into the pasture Make sure if it happen, than you gotta catch the rapture Leave no loose end's, not even the pastor Bruce Lee kick flip, now a nigga wanna tattle Once you up that stick, they all gone scatter Freestyle's for day's, cause writing don't matter