[Lyric] Short Verse Interlude (Cookiepack)

[Intro:]
(dreamlike)

[Verse:]
Yeah I'm finna drop a Michigan album like boat did
R.I.P to Josh, and R.I.P to Loaded
Give that boy a Redbull he got wings, now he floatin
I leave em on delivered while you get left on opened
I'm a stunna not a simp
I'm a steppa not a pimp
Pockets blue but they don't crip
People hate me, i don't trip
I don't trip they can hate if they want
I been on my grind they just hatin, they just taunt
I hop out with the pop off Tory Locket gettin popped
Yeah we come from poverty, was husslin on the block
Yeah we come from poverty, was husslin on the streets
I had to sell me croofus just so me and Pat could eat
I'm rollin in a Pontiac with covers on the seats
Cops was undercover, I ain't talkin bout the sheets
Yeah we been here for a long time
If he got a problem then we finna get the carbines
If he got a problem then i'm finna put em online
Put em in a box, in a coffin yeah he confined
Yeah he confined put him in a box
Yeah I graduated from the school of hard knocks
You want credit, i won't even give you props
Got a full auto choppa, boy it'll sing it don't talk