living in a cracked-out environment
where niggas moving packs in varieties
he knows he's gotta match my requirements
next thing you'll hear batches of sirens
every little nigga wants to rush
get their stash out and buy a ting
been in some fucked up predicaments
where some particulars had me up on some vigilance
these niggas went and fucked with originals
i draw for the strap and left them fucked up ridiculous
these niggas ain't seen what i have and
nearly lost their life on the field 'cause their gat jammed
shit got hectic and i backed man
fucked up life that i'm living as a black man
i could focus on rap but everybody makes hits
nowadays everbody takes sniff
i want my stack tight like the dad from everybody hates chris
even though i'm from the flipping ghetto
when i go shopping i'm a picky fellow
that's why the stitching in the aj's are flipping yellow
i'm talking 'bout some look-a-like halle berry's
plus a cognac's already ready
fling a porno on the screen of my heavy telly
what kinda mixtape is this
i know bare niggas out there chatting shit
like they're on man's level on this rap ting
man ain't making mixtapes like this
where you don't have to skip shit
i listen to these othese mixtapes out there
1 to 7 to 16! trust me fam
mixtapes in 2 weeks it's nothing