Summertime chilling sitting we sipping on Hennessy
Will u remember me when I’m dead inda cemetery
I’m in need of good energy
Someone gimme the recipe
Lemme ride my wave
I wanna cruise like Penelope
Lemme ride my wave
Ride on ride on young boy u so special
They can lead u to the bike u the only one who can pedal so
How far can ur level go
I must be a star the way they scrutinize my life like they watching me through a periscope
Niggaz moving hella dope
What’s the price for a square lemme get a quotes
It’s kinda pricey darg but on a better note
It’s TT, believe me, you need to know dat
Ima give u a Kodak n wait for to fone back
They say this is a throwback
Ain’t had it like this in years
My mum said careful son one day you won’t be friends wiv ur peers
One day you’ll go through some shit
N watch your friends disappear
I didn’t understand back then but now her prophecies clear
Backstabbers creep from the rear
Ain’t that sad just like a cheek wida tear
Always sadness when the reaper appears
Mummy prayed one day her big son won’t be known in the streets
All my life I been on badness we been beefing for years
Beefin wid em but us n dem the same color
We all from the same town but we don’t rep the same color
All this shits insane brudda
Postcodes and no go zones
I love my brudda to the death I swear
My daddy was a ras and told me roll wid
I don’t need a team I go solo...one up...word
Free my bruddas doing bird
And rip my bruddas who lost their life onda curb
They tryna get me to church I respect ur ting respect mine
I don’t play that
I respect if you warn pray ahk but ima stay back
Time don’t wait for no one so June won’t ever get may back
...and I can’t roll wid niggas if I think they may back me
The strap speaks louder than words
Flower from dirt
Still out ere tryna shower the verse
With it comes great responsibility this powers a curse
This clock still ticking wid hostility
Niggaz onda block the Glock still spitting wid hostility
Dead rappers ain’t got they own style they moving all gimmicky
Like u can try and bite but won’t ever match my delivery
I’m just tryna see that big house like big Phil n Hilary
But drought season be killing me and C.I.D keep grilling me
Slowing down the process
Tellin me I deal drugs sorry I gotta protest
No I don’t get them owes pressed no
Your barking up the wrong tree
I’m just another nigga but u just another honky
I’m just another black kid
You just another fat kid
And you just angry coz I dodge em but u paying taxes
I’m rolling wid my dargs a pit bull and one a bullmastiff
You don’t wanna see the dargies active
