Locked down got the game in shackles
This some new shit from that same old asshole
The cash flow was a trap tho
So I had to step it up just to raise the stat quo
I'm telling that my mic go bonkers
If my mind ponders from hydroponics
Two words, psycho pompous
But the world doesn't know what a psychopomp is
They still can't explain why birds fly
I can tell when words lie to my third eye
Tryna get rich of a single then you blinded
Dumb niggas so one track minded
I tried to be a nice guy
But stars only come alive in the night sky
Fuck a limelight I already shine bright
And we all want a piece of the pie, right?
But I'm just tryna better my team
While getting some green
It's the American dream
But this is America not a miracle
So it can't be as good as it seems
I lost all hope in civil service
I ain't even end up on this mic on purpose
The ringleader of the Nitro Circus
The real freak show, so at night you'll serve us
Either they tell him he's really cool
Or they ricidule, silly fools
The plugs been dreaming big since middle school
Killing them all, not because it's out job
But just to feel involved
Break these bricks down 'til the ceiling fall
Fuck that, we gon raise the roof
Chopping trees or clippin' bud, it's in our roots
Tell you the thruth, been tryna feel in the glutes
Know that I ain't playin' when I tell you give me the loot
I been, big pimpin', eversince an infant
You're a sistren, so I ain't advocating incest
Gave her some now she can't get enough
I know it's us, baby you know you want me like a sippy cup
Pops used to pick me up in his pick-up truck
I got one shot, so imma hit it like a sitting duck
The reload, I just want you to be loved
Just know, I'm tryna hit it like C-notes
So take a cab to my crib
But know I ain't paying for your shit
You better see if you could get a lift
Girl I'm throwing game at you if catch my drift
And if I pick you up then miss
You don't give me no ass, better pitch in on gas
And maybe you can crash at my crib
We can fuck then act like it was an accident
They say Chuck a stranger
How man, everybody know me
We tryna get payed, me and all my homies
So we devise a plan to get these grams
Hoppin' out, guns out, face painted
On some dead president shit
Growing up that was my favorite flick
Taught me to keep my black ass out the white mans army and shit
Nowadays we spend money on jays
Quarter bags of haze, and fine light-skinned honeys that blaze
Waking up the sun's grazing my face
No more standing in place
Gotta keep this shit moving
If you brick, dog keep shooting, you gon' get it all net
And if you don't then stay out, man, 'til that sun set
Two sevens what im reppin', fresh Jordan's what I step in
She said, ask a question
I'm that nigga she be necking
J is too fucking dope, never fuckin' come in second
She said "Wait a second," I said, "Time is money and money is time"
Unless your head game dope, then sweetie you wasting both
Shout out to niggas that I used to chill with
Man I miss my dogs, on some Michael Vick shit
Letters on your door bitch niggas get evicted
My down chick rollin' swishes
These ain't raps, nigga, they motion pictures, uh
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