[Intro]
Crack Music Part 2
(The Circle)
Huh? Huh?
(Good lookin', Wuan)
Huh?
Ah (Huh?)
Crack Music Part 2
(Phone bangin’ right now)
Ayy, huh?

[Verse]
Young n***a, I done made some grown money off a junkie
I don't treat 'em like they heads, I treat ’em like they got some money
N***a touch my custo, I'm slidin' for him like my brother
Shavin' grams, not my mama mama, I'm choppin' up butter
Free my lil' cousin, he just caught a bad motherfucker
N***as always lookin' at you like a lick ’cause you a sucker
How the fuck you sneak dissin’ me? I'm ’posed to be your brother
Seen the closest n***as to me turn to strippers for the money
Baby, I don't wan' nothin' from you, let my n***a fuck or somethin’
All I know is if the money counter jam, keep on thumbin'
Ain't no Crip, but if the opps send me the loc', they know I'm comin'
I'm outside every day, when they see me, they know I'm thuggin'
Tryna make a hundred thousand every day, boy, I'm for real
Lil' bro don't give a fuck about no pape', he tryna kill
They gon' have to give me seven figures if I sign a deal
I'm a hustlin'-ass n***a, but my homeboy rob for real
Gotta sleep with your jewelry on, bitches tryna steal
I don't need to pop a pill to pop a n***a like a pill
They tryna hit lil' bro with life, I hope he get off on appeal
They caught my baby with the ice, I know he wish he took that deal
I'm in the field, mask on, throwin' bullets like Lamar
I be high as hell and I'm fly as well, I'm a star
Ten mil', bullets big as hell, this bitch'll stop a car
Better stay up out my lil' n***a way, he pop that bar
Skilla versus state, I'm in court lookin' like a geek
Don't ever hire Randall Upshaw for your case, that n***a weak
Your real brothers is the n***as you can call when shit get steep
Tied in from East to West, from 50 Zone to ATB
My n***a cousin on the other side, this city shit get deep
Pray these n***as come outside, man, that shit'd make my weak
My lil' cousin fuckin' on an opp n***a as we speak
I accept everything come with this shit, I'm in the streets
I got a lot of dead friends, shit be fuckin' with my head
I'm tryna stay away from beef, that shit be fuckin' up the bread
Man, I think I love this bitch, she got me cummin' off the head
Still a beast, when she text me, I'ma leave her ass on read
Don't apologize for disrespectin' me, enough was said
Catch a n***a in his 'hood and show him who really got pull
Get him pressed or get him dead, go to sleep, you made your bed
I can't believe they payin' me to rap, I used to serve the heads (Huh?)
[Outro]
Crack Music Part 2, n***a
Skilla, quit dancin', n***a, you make crack music, n***a, real street n***a
Huh?
Crack Music Part 2, ah
(Push that shit out, Skilla)