Operating System

Hands fulla blood, we wringing rags from all the work we put in Feel the flood, cuff 'em up and count the toes and it's ten Finna roll, if they talkin' bout some dough imma spin Print the soul, 'cause the lames butchering facts Stay servin' that raw shit nigga, come get ya head cracked It's generational wealth in them wave caps Sunk it clutch, fadeaway the banks open Don't hold me, 'da illest dishin cinco I power up da brollies Yeah we booted up On my second LLC, I don't know who to trust YG jeans saggin', pockets is 4Hunnid up VFD pack hit the block and we made the clouds run Cheesin' at the stacks these days, we been around some Been had the Raf shit at 16 lil bro, catch up Boy it's havoc when I punch in Prodigal son, I weave the hooks and write away the sin I seen the shook ones hollerin' from the bench It's Kareem with the rock, you startled and gettin' cooked It's time to eat cuzzin Shit I be actin' outta line with the flips But I'm flyin' Had 'em check inside the pockets, it was chips I be runnin' game from back when chronic was the spliff And I'm stylin', believe me, it's some karma in the wind Degrees and some strips what I'm bringin' to the crib Mama told me she hit the jackpot with me You safe behind that screen, I found solace in the scenes I'm creating My pops really put that stashbox in me