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ConCreatures
Brodie say he had a lick, I put my mans on it
Turned out to be a failed attempt that got him railroaded
Know I can sell anything I get my hands on it
Heard he got his head stuck up his ass, I put some bands on it
That shit just fell out of the sky, I never planned on it
These niggas my sons and it's another proud dad moment
Caught him lacking and opened up a can on him
For every action, there's a reaction, you gotta stand on it
Okay, I'm reloaded, glove with the ripped stocking
Hit a nigga block like, "Nah, what's up, my nigga? What's popping?"
Can't even call a fiend a custy who do not spin
Connected in the street but in the clink, you know I'm locked in
This ain't a mixtape, hand my shooter the Glock 10
And I only use his waist to keep my Glock in
Don't owe a nigga nathan' but some shots if it's not fin
Might get him out the way while I'm in Aruba and drop ten
Clutching with the big apes, like, who we finna rob, Swim?
Burning blue Cookies, slapping fifties in them 9Ms
All my niggas solid, we don't fold, we do not bend
Sold a nigga some drywall to float, but do not swim
Park it back to back, black on blacks at the Coliseum
In the trap, we go rack for rack, this is not per diem
Chinese chopstick in my denim, you know it's robbing season
He ain't piss his parents in a minute, but he about to pimp
Brodie say he had a lick, I put my mans on it
Turned out to be a failed attempt that got him railroaded
Know I can sell anything I get my hands on it
Heard he got his head stuck up his ass, I put some bands on it
That shit just fell out of the sky, I never planned on it
These niggas my sons and it's another proud dad moment
Know I can sell anything I get my hands on it
Heard he got his head stuck up his ass, I put some bands on it
Unlock the screen from the inside, I got it deadbolted
Still be on that same scurvy shit that got Ravel bolted
The price was too high on the pack, I had the sales quoted
They ask me how I write my raps, I say my scale wrote it
Microwaving up a Ricky, drank make me feel bloated
Can't get caught with another blicky and I still tote it
Bought a pill press, ran it up, that's a real check
All these birdies chirping, I been working on my skillset
Took a loss rushing once or twice, had to chillax
Waiting on youngin to bring that money from them seals back
Real rap niggas wasn't on shit, I was in the field
Bought myself out my deal, now I can buy my deal back
Told myself that I was focused, quit sipping, fell back
Came straight at the fork in the road and I still smacked
Wrapped the foreign 'round the light pole, got rid of the strap
Running from the narcs around the corner from my pill trap
Brodie say he had a lick, I put my mans on it
Turned out to be a failed attempt that got him railroaded
Know I can sell anything I get my hands on it
Heard he got his head stuck up his ass, I put some bands on it
That shit just fell out of the sky, I never planned on it
These niggas my sons and it's another proud dad moment
Know I can sell anything I get my hands on it
Heard he got his head stuck up his ass, I put some bands on it