SWiTCH (i) (Explicit)

The author of this album has been arrested behind bars for multiple occasions for things ranging from

robbery while armed with a deadly weapon to parole violation. Majority of their early careers was funded

by selling and distributing ganja.

The Feds will shoot you because they out of breath

The fiends gon pay you because they out of meth

I need me a Milly and not a dollar less

I used to think that investing meant to wear a vest

I don’t own a stock but I’ll prolly crash

And if you say it’s up n*gga that’s your a**

At seventeen they gave a n*gga fifteen, huh

The judge called it being lenient

They called em stupid but to me it's kinda strange

Cause to be a drug dealer man you got to be a genius

Can’t let my jean pocket be the teeniest

So I’m looking for the ones that look the fiendiest

The transaction was the action that was leading to the baggin

And I just keep that sh*t a secret like bohemian (bang bang)

Sh*t, now I got a felony

They noses in the air but they still ain’t smelling me

Career ain’t got no legs while these other n*ggas centipedes

All cause they walk to school

Me, I just walk the streets see

I gotta get paper

I’m fighting for stability

The fade like taper

T ell me what’s safer

Me running in a n*gga safe

Or get hit with the piece

when I’m running from the jakes (bang bang)

The Feds will shoot you because they out of breath

The fiends gon pay you because they out of meth

I need me a Milly and not a dollar less

I used to think that investing meant to wear a vest

I don’t own a stock but I’ll prolly crash

And if you say it’s up n*gga that’s your a**

See who really who fault is this

When ignorance is bliss

Or when I went to sleep it wasn’t followed by a kiss

My momma didn’t read me to bed as a kid

So why would I read to myself for the win

I rather read the eyes of my opp before I sin

And when its been confirmed on the news then I grin

See that’s the sh*t that made me happy

Ran up on him, caught him lacking

Knocked him down, I Warren Sapp’d him

Ran down and overlapped him

The Feds will shoot you because they out of breath

The fiends gon pay you because they out of meth

I need me a Milly and not a dollar less

I used to think that investing meant to wear a vest

I don’t own a stock but I’ll prolly crash

And if you say it’s up n*gga that’s your a**

(I used to want a nine to five

Grew up now I’d rather have nine .45’s

With the switch and an extension

I am not the one to mention

Choppa knocked him to a new dimension

Now that n*gga dead in the trenches)

Look, they gave my homie forty

He gave them people a dub back

We started from the bottom

We got it from where the mud at

The OG’s used to cut three holes in a skull cap

My youngest wear a Pooh Shiesty mask like where the drugs at

Been feeling uninspired I’m trynna get my love back

It’s like my heart versus my mind in a grudge match

Busta Rhymes told me sometimes the industry does that

Don’t let it go to long cause its hard getting that buzz back

That’s why I been rapping so immaculately

About the sh*t I actually seen or what happened to me

Or what I been through

I do it so passionately

Sometimes I wear my emotions like a patch on the sleeve

Of this varsity jacket that I threw on to match with my 3’s

I believed in myself, they ain’t have to believe

Some n*ggas with me wipe your nose

If you happen to sneeze

Got em with me so they don’t have to go back to the street

Machine!