Uh

I ain′t wanna snap on it

Knew I had to rap on it'For somebody trap on it

Gotta put the mac on em

BLOW

Clap once I clap back on em

Hit em like buttcheeks

You know that I smack on em

Niggas think it′s soft till they memory come back on em

Nah I ain't a killa but these fists put some cracks on em

He got a gat on his lap

Homie put that shit down

When we fight we go back

Homie no jumpin in

We don't want non of that

Homie Greasers and Socs

Yeah we takin it back

Pony Boy I′ll put yo ass on a map

Whatcha momma said boy i′ll take that shit back

I'm throwin elbows, Jon Jones, think it′s time to introduce ya brain to ya nosebone

Spectators, no ring, boy I still go home

I beat my meat cuz I ain't gettin no dome

Fall asleep wake up, and I don′t even check my phone.

Start writin' instrumentals or incidentals

Grab the pen cuz my mind in a kennel

Really started goin down the drain when i got

Caught in a rental

Got arrested for some weed and it fucked with my mental

I took the charge for my homie and he ended up colder than winter

On some January shit

Icier than december

Like if Dropp don′t fuck witchu then Swami gon' end ya

Same with Guey, Maz, King, Squad over whoever

Memories right now, they too hard to handle

So I smoke a bunch of weed and try not to remember

Photography is a hobby gotta get a new camera

Get a DLSR clear my account like a sample

Might start recordin flicks just to see if i'm ample

I can follow road maps or I can lead by example

I don′t need to make a wish or blow on a dandi-

Lion! UH-UH I′ll never stop tryin

Even if my goal ain't clear I ain′t lyin

Walk into a situation high chance of dyin

Come out the other side my bank account high end

Seen a bunch of scary dudes comin round spyin

Left em all in the dust you know my car flyin

If it weren't for cops I′d fuckin love drivin