nappy roots and game point
fish scales and r. prophit
see i don't care what them people say
and i blow tress and just grind all day
see i truley know dat my hustles gone pay
so you best be on yo wayyyy
most times i'm gettin serious
cause rhymes that i hit cha wit
it'll prolly crack ya frame
wether you a city black male
i just hit fern valley rd. i got a bag full a cookies
a white girl drivin dat keeps da stash in her pussy
got my cousion back at home
still watchin fo da block
so she ain't stoppin fo da cops
but once again i gots to lay down da law
cause niggas lookin at me like my hustle gotta fall
bitch you ain't never seen a sunbird on some 18's
when i was young i swear to god that was my ultimate dream
but now i'm 25 and all i want is bubbled eyes
come threw wit a big body wit double tires
i know y'all don't wanna hate me
like all my niggas get drinks and get smokes and keep dope
niggas with techniques and young preists
life in da beach ain't nuttin sweet
concerned with a navigator
indeed we in a faith for cash
cause i'ma stack till my old ass is in da dirt
walk past somethin dats dried
find somebody believe in dis here
like damon waynes on top of his game
it's prophit boy on top of ya brain
come threw rumblin trunks
and game point lights ya junts
my people been hungry fo months
speakin real life shit off dat alchol