[Intro:]
I ran out of runtz and I'm smoking a cig'
I've been finding for stimulation since I was a kid
And when did the simulation get so big?
But the world been feeling small recalling everything that I did
[Verse:]
Fuck what they said or could do to me
I'm worried the Grim Reaper is fueling me
Upgraded from Grim Reaper jewelry
But now I miss that and my Jesus pieces
If I look like God's son I gotta shine like one just to keep it even
Jobs encourage me to buy a gun, plot in your hood and get to creeping
Down that cobblestone road this bony nigga once found an excuse for cheating
Like militant missilеs, me and the whole street tеam continue heat seeking
I done dated my manager already
What a fucked up time to mix up business with pleasure
I got hate in my heart for no one on this rock doc, Logic lasts forever
They called me king as a tyke, I was born holding on to a golden scepter
Placed in my palm by Momz before I started bugging out in any weather
To convert a child to a computer instead of a shooter, either way he ain't getting no better
Either way he lost his way for cheddar
Family ties might be severed
[Hook:]
You gotta pay the cost for those racks
You gotta be the boss in your trap
Talk hot online, often they track it
With the custom made pieces in the jackets
These niggas claim we killer with the tactics
Do this shit in every type of fashion
Got a whole legion getting them stacks
N\V a whole allegiance, we adapting
[Verse:]
Pack green eggs and ham in a sack
I got extra grams in this pack
Make sure all the weed mugs intact
The world's most anxious nigga making his way towards drug dependence and snacks
Senzu beans for my niggas relapsing
I ain't preaching I'm just teaching the facts
Smoking in the lobby off the brink
Roll another body I can't think
Lit on another weekend we gon' sink into our habits
Probably gonna drink
I gotta get a new whip soon, nigga that's my goal
And get some fur coats, mink
My armor got no chinks
Off the dome, no ink
[Hook:]
You gotta pay the cost for those racks
You gotta be the boss in your trap
Talk hot online, often they track it
With the custom made pieces in the jackets
These niggas claim we killer with the tactics
Do this shit in every type of fashion
Got a whole legion getting them stacks
N\V a whole allegiance, we adapting
I ran out of runtz and I'm smoking a cig'
I've been finding for stimulation since I was a kid
And when did the simulation get so big?
But the world been feeling small recalling everything that I did
[Verse:]
Fuck what they said or could do to me
I'm worried the Grim Reaper is fueling me
Upgraded from Grim Reaper jewelry
But now I miss that and my Jesus pieces
If I look like God's son I gotta shine like one just to keep it even
Jobs encourage me to buy a gun, plot in your hood and get to creeping
Down that cobblestone road this bony nigga once found an excuse for cheating
Like militant missilеs, me and the whole street tеam continue heat seeking
I done dated my manager already
What a fucked up time to mix up business with pleasure
I got hate in my heart for no one on this rock doc, Logic lasts forever
They called me king as a tyke, I was born holding on to a golden scepter
Placed in my palm by Momz before I started bugging out in any weather
To convert a child to a computer instead of a shooter, either way he ain't getting no better
Either way he lost his way for cheddar
Family ties might be severed
[Hook:]
You gotta pay the cost for those racks
You gotta be the boss in your trap
Talk hot online, often they track it
With the custom made pieces in the jackets
These niggas claim we killer with the tactics
Do this shit in every type of fashion
Got a whole legion getting them stacks
N\V a whole allegiance, we adapting
[Verse:]
Pack green eggs and ham in a sack
I got extra grams in this pack
Make sure all the weed mugs intact
The world's most anxious nigga making his way towards drug dependence and snacks
Senzu beans for my niggas relapsing
I ain't preaching I'm just teaching the facts
Smoking in the lobby off the brink
Roll another body I can't think
Lit on another weekend we gon' sink into our habits
Probably gonna drink
I gotta get a new whip soon, nigga that's my goal
And get some fur coats, mink
My armor got no chinks
Off the dome, no ink
[Hook:]
You gotta pay the cost for those racks
You gotta be the boss in your trap
Talk hot online, often they track it
With the custom made pieces in the jackets
These niggas claim we killer with the tactics
Do this shit in every type of fashion
Got a whole legion getting them stacks
N\V a whole allegiance, we adapting
( Kaine Carter )
www.ChordsAZ.com