(Intro)
Going through predominantly
The Commonwealth
The place that I call home the Southern state
Its love but we don’t often take a minute
Just to conversate or converse
However the fuck you say it
And I acknowledge that It ain’t no ice breakers
When them late payments don’t comfort my wars
My Gosh, I’m tripping
Yeah I need about 40,000 more
Oh I’m itching
Cigar smoke is all that I recall

(Verse)
Yeah its larceny and house evasions
If you ain’t apart of the policy
Don’t talk about what it ought to be
Because this just what it is n***a
I just live life like its awesome
Keep in the hood like these nonsense thoughts
Illogical woes better now knock it off
Is it too bad that you not who you want to be
Hate that player but not the game
And im the rehab withdrawal lockjaw
I don’t know alcohol
Ice want to take it to the counter
And be glad I ain’t at fault
I got alot to be proud of but I ain’t that far
Because of me bad nightmares keep taking my dreams
Got to think about that when I go to sleep
They would’ve killed
My black ass if that night I got caught
Because when I be grieving I see demons
So we tying up the dogs
I ain’t playing about the charge
What you want to call the law ?
I console what you know with your hoe
When you holding
We need the receipt the get up
The widow
The wife to weep
And if you know that the weirdo’s the physic
Goons on the mission for the ending of your life
And they only winning for the minute until we strike em
And so for my show crossroads too low
Audemars Delorean
That’s that exile antidote blue tint
Bitch ass I need the concert somewhere within it
And this is the K-9 the lion we riot we looting
And they may not get us but if so then we dying
I need the million the billions the diamonds
And the bezel on my wrist show a lot of love
Come back from the past
Its more less
We in Neverland
We already dead save me its bad
Pain in my membrane I ain’t even tripping
Just laugh
Falling apart in my heart 4AM in the stars
Is the trauma black art
Tragic tragedies
Rolls Royces Maybach Black Bentleys
That Hood jargon I heard all them stories
From way back your loose talking
Back then they ain’t want me like Mike Jones
Now I’m all in the narcotics the powder
The raw and
(Outro)
It’s pure yeah you can’t cut it
What we have is dirty , love