"County Line Rd" lyrics

In the city nigga shooting at racists
At the crib I be keeping it low
Smoking dope, niggas seen me pacing
I was thinking 'bout a house on the coast
Slapped a cracka, two long gazes
Never see a nigga morph be ghost
Put my eggs in a new formation
Nigga hitting all of his goals
I was lost, I ain't give a shit
Honkeys hear me when the semi rip
Stay gone off plenty spliffs
I called it out, y'all let it slip
New leaves, I been switching seasons
Blue cream, one with the mist
Long grind, I got different reasons
Every story that y'all told was a myth
Broke shit, had to pick up pieces
Talking loud, know you bitch
Four spliffs, nigga wrote a thesis
All I want is ownership
Buy Black crackers own too much
King ting, known as such
Big L when I roast the duck
Put the pussy in a cobra clutch
King nigga, know my skin sacred
I'on kick it, they do they most
Need dollars tryna build a nation
See a dead cop, make a toast
Puffing sticky
In five minutes I made a hundred fifty
Different city, I'm all in it
Niggas ain't fucking with me
Come and get me, these crackers finished
Shot him while bumping missy
Something missing, I be ruminating
With a couple spliffys

Come and get me, these crackers finished
Shot him while bumping missy
Different city, I'm all in it
Niggas ain't fucking with me
Puffing sticky
In five minutes I made a hundred fifty
My nigga, yeah