[Intro]
EMP
You know I got that
(You are watching a master at work)

[Verse]
You know I got that cheese strain, fruity punch
Puffin' 'til the doobie done
Each day, smokin' up
High as fuck on Macca's runs
In the cut, no one I can trust
Puffin' indica
Get the funds, I'll do what I must
Have to run it up
Broke as fuck, so I stay a buck
Better act right
This ain't Dre though, got the chronic as the payload
Want a hitman? Where the pesos?
You'll get smacked right
I attract types, who have a man
But want a fat pipe
She a fan? Blow her off
She nothin' but a bagpipe
Got the cash in the bag to the right
Got the gas on the left, 20 grams for the night
Got a passion for jottin' and ashin'
To smack mics
If you weigh it low we finna flip ya like a jackknife
Got an ounce in my dacks like
"Yeah I'm that guy"
'Cause I got the balls
You don't wanna see a fucker kick in the door
I be Biggie with the raw, keep it Pac with the Thug Life
Wake up in the morn', big Ls with the bad type
Snoopin' with my dogs and my shawty lookin' mad nice
Make her toes curl when she busta, 'cause the rhymes tight
30 hunnid enemies, I'm Andre in the limelight
Look
Never had a dollar, so I'm grindin' for my Mama
And my Papa who provided, always supper in my stomach
Ain't no substitute for love and that the realest shit I know
I had some fuckers made me duck, but I just kept it on the low
These faggots wanna fuck me up, 'cause I been reachin' for my goals
Tell me, what have you been doin'?
At the party fuckin' hoes
Guess I learnt as a youngin that shit ain't the way to life
While I keep it blazin' up and the path I follow right
'Cause most people now sayin'
"Fuck the real ones!"
Never go by the grain, get the bread for loved ones
Yeah there's fortune and fame, but what makes us human
Is sayin', "Fuck that, give it all for true love"
Won't stop til my fam and my girl got jewels on
Fuck
[Accapella Outro]
Fuck, I'm just havin' fun with this one, but
For real this some of the realest I've ever written bruh
Check, check
Tell me, what have you been doin'?
At the party fuckin' hoes
Guess I learnt as a youngin that shit ain't the way to life
While I keep it blazin' up and the path I follow right
'Cause most people now sayin'
"Fuck the real ones"
Never go by the grain, get the bread for loved ones
Yeah there's fortune and fame, but what makes us human
Is sayin', "Fuck that, give it all for true love"
Won't stop til my fam and my girl got jewels on
Real shit