Principle (feat. Whiteloaf)

Its in my bloodline to play with them chemicals He ain't even family, don't get the principle What the f*ck, he ain't tryna up the decimal How the f*ck they rap on beats ain't original We a slide through with it, don't forget about it How we pull up in the night, you ain't hear about it I'll break this bitch down, drop a gear about it Chevy bout to break down, you can hear it prolly I can rebuild a motor, can't rebuild my heart I need like a hundred k just to make it start Tay K do the race, put me on the chart Smoking big gas, bag smelling like a fart Came back with the family, traditional I can see you sneak dissing that's subliminal How you act in a situation critical We been working way too hard, you don't get it though Working all night, so we never really get no sleep All that talking shit, I would hope you have some Listerine I cut the chunk twice, and it's still looking like Mr. Clean Chop my crop down about two weeks that I've been trimming weed World full of rats, and I'm just trying to really get the cheese Got the plug on foreign drink, I'm fucking up and sipping lean A band for a bow, that ain't enough I won't be flipping P's My man's talking shit, that's okay, won't let it get to me And I ain't in a band, but this drum will send a 50 piece Now I'm on a trip, eating good, feel like Triple D National parks, I'll ask a stranger, take a pic of me My girl body banging, ain't no stripper, but she'll strip for me Growing cannabis, these plants are bigger than a Christmas tree Buy a sheet at full price, and you'll get a strip for free Loaf interrupting me, telling me, come hit this weed This shit is tasting so good, I don't care bout THC My youngin's stay spinning blocks like a cyclone I pulled this nug right off the plant just like a pine cone Feel like Wayne, just poured a four up in the styrofoam Getting real cheese, got a pocket full of provolone It's about a dollar the beef was never personal Dummy roll on me, bussin like a sloppy joe Bread Boys in your city, you better lock your door It ain't always about what you know, it's bout who you know Play it smooth, make your moves with intelligence I can't quit until my wrist hitting like the president They kicked me out of college for selling weed to all the residents Walking around the hood like a pharmacy, come get your medicines Hey Jack, you ain't never have to lie to kick it Bitch wanna f*ck, best believe I buttered that biscuit We couldn't hit you with no pack, little bro, you couldn't flip it So don't ask me for no favors shit, not even on Christmas