[Intro]
N***a

Black Metaphor

[Verse 1: TUT]
I don't see nuthin' but the fuckin' money
I keep my circle small and my holster with minimum
Basic hoes turn up they noses 'cause I done fucked
Three out of the four makin' poses [?]
A certain talent, prince in my palace, call me Aladdin
My hunger bought me a sandwich and a couple of napkins
And we don't fuck we just watch movies and be playin' Madden
S'watch as she nice on the sticks lets make a interception
Wallabes on my feet I left the J's at home
Sittin' in the Range watchin' Home Alone
Real n***as treat a playa like he Al Capone
Rappers pretend too much out on these microphone
I don't talk about shit that I don't know about
I'm so chill, so ease
AK-47 when I sleep 'cause I'm shooting for my dreams so I gotta have that infrared beams
Me and my n***as posted lookin' like a dream team
Spittin' so clean like I'm sippin' Listerine
I told my n***a Tiggi once we drop it's gon' be over
One of the coldest out without a pen and gettin' colder
Still, for real I do this for my n***as that want more than what they got it
Bitches is never gonna stop for a n***a
Whether you like it or not I'm on point like a red dot
Zay, the photographer, need a headshot
This one is for Nicky dem at her hair salon
My man Boomer Wilcox at his barber shop
My n***a Greg makin' cheese at his car wash
And any girl who like me when I hear a drill
Like students away from homes who's families really miss 'em
Man I pray to God nobody's hittin' my sister
She's into lumbajacks so don't be chasin' that wood
And if you chasin' that wood be on the look out for splintas
This for my n***as who don't takeout but cook dinner
And all the bad bitches in clubs drinkin' the liquor
And all the dope boys you'll probably see in there wit' 'em
And every pair of retros out I gotta get 'em
This one for my n***a Zay and my n***a Rob
And my n***a Forty we goin' to the top
You don't believe me lil' silly muhfucka stop
The look of thangs is gon' change like a photoshop
This for my n***a Ant and my n***a Josh
And for them bitches surrounded us in that parking lot
I got [?] where can I hide a gun at
You worried about me but where the fuck is yo' son at
This for every muhfucka that I'm cool with
And anybody that I ever went to school with
Fuck is you doin', I'm bet I'm doin' it betta
Collage of fuckin' greatness you n***as can say whateva
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