spurs

these niggas still tryin' to amount to us

puffin' the sour dutch while i'm countin' up

i was down on my luck

now i'm clouded up

jumpin' out of trucks in giuseppe kicks that's a thousand plus

my city wild as fuck

bodies pilin' up

now we dealin' with donald trump

they gotta count on us

i'm in the kitchen whippin' powder up to get my momma up

out of the slums and my medallion bust

pound for pound

the best around is us

i never argue or get loud with a nigga i can't reach out and touch

got the plug number and i dialed it up

about month

later

i showed up to my town servin' 'em out the trunk

rock hard

but we gon' pound 'em up

ground 'em to dust

all about a buck

douse with cut so the powder could fluff

uhh

you ever been found in your house with the stuff

nosey neighbors watchin'

while the d's walk you out in them cuffs?

lobster tail for me

quarter pounder for her

and i'm cheap

so that's all she allowed 'til i fuck

before we dip

camino said

bring the pound or the pump?"