"Intake" lyrics
I know what the problem is, my shit fly over heads like a third world starving kid
I can help your attire, your 20k for a starter kit
96 broils leather with the MJ starting kicks
It never end who you started with, shitting on them like, like a nigga that sharted it
Jets, I charted it, 20k when departing it
Take the gun up out the glove compartment, when parking it
For real though, my mood is Cali walking in that room with a few dudes
I'm not the one, I'm too humble at times, sometimes you gotta front
Blowing herb to calm the nerves, who got a blunt
They ain't know that I'm cooked rare, thought I was done
I'm tryna get a ghost like a Ouija board, I sit with the TV off, just thinking
Not blinking, if I can ball in high ranking, shots ringing
Get one call from eye winking, long mink and long meetings, I'm speaking
Niggas love the streets but the streets don't love niggas
Gotta get up off your feet til your feet is above niggas
Gotta keep the peace, ain't no peace in your blood nigga
Niggas wired for police, all they need is a hug nigga
That 8-4 hug nigga, crossed the G-Dub
Was thinking a hug nigga, shit, free hug nigga
Niggas stay fly and strapped, keep an eye on your back
Your iron nose that be eyeing you back, face flat or you lie on your back
Keep a line to trap, get outta line, whole line get slapped
Every day, every hour we illegal, I seen teams go sour from they ego
Black Lives Matter, give power to the people
But trap lives matter, I'm giving powder to the needy
Like batting Jerome Harris, me and my man was in fact would be known valid
Had a smooth run with the smack, was no static
We even bought each other ring with gold carats
Straight solid, moved to diesel and stayed brolic
Made sure both of us shine and stayed polished
He would put a lot in the bag, we gave garbage
Plus only charging him half, he way honest
A real one, I thought, til that day he got caught, then I got caught
I hope he still one, looked me in the eyes in court, he couldn't do
That's when I knew this can't be fought, like imma kill son
I can help your attire, your 20k for a starter kit
96 broils leather with the MJ starting kicks
It never end who you started with, shitting on them like, like a nigga that sharted it
Jets, I charted it, 20k when departing it
Take the gun up out the glove compartment, when parking it
For real though, my mood is Cali walking in that room with a few dudes
I'm not the one, I'm too humble at times, sometimes you gotta front
Blowing herb to calm the nerves, who got a blunt
They ain't know that I'm cooked rare, thought I was done
I'm tryna get a ghost like a Ouija board, I sit with the TV off, just thinking
Not blinking, if I can ball in high ranking, shots ringing
Get one call from eye winking, long mink and long meetings, I'm speaking
Niggas love the streets but the streets don't love niggas
Gotta get up off your feet til your feet is above niggas
Gotta keep the peace, ain't no peace in your blood nigga
Niggas wired for police, all they need is a hug nigga
That 8-4 hug nigga, crossed the G-Dub
Was thinking a hug nigga, shit, free hug nigga
Niggas stay fly and strapped, keep an eye on your back
Your iron nose that be eyeing you back, face flat or you lie on your back
Keep a line to trap, get outta line, whole line get slapped
Every day, every hour we illegal, I seen teams go sour from they ego
Black Lives Matter, give power to the people
But trap lives matter, I'm giving powder to the needy
Like batting Jerome Harris, me and my man was in fact would be known valid
Had a smooth run with the smack, was no static
We even bought each other ring with gold carats
Straight solid, moved to diesel and stayed brolic
Made sure both of us shine and stayed polished
He would put a lot in the bag, we gave garbage
Plus only charging him half, he way honest
A real one, I thought, til that day he got caught, then I got caught
I hope he still one, looked me in the eyes in court, he couldn't do
That's when I knew this can't be fought, like imma kill son
