Percs and Ack

Previously on Baller Hardy & T, B.A.C I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready I'm ready, I'm ready I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready B.B. Capone Give me some purse and pull me up four Don't need cushion, no tobacco Two little sprites, mixin' that syrup Somewhere on Mars, I'ma hop this Earth Sixteen bars, I'm ending this verse Sunday morning, we in that church Chillin' this morning, sippin' on syrup Sweatin' out pills and bleedin' on soap Judge told me that I can't do drugs Gave me a proof, I gotta get two fucks F*ck that group, it's killin' my buzz Them niggas lamer than the school bus Owe me a double shot, I act up Locked every three, it's tucked, so act up If I OD'd to mama, I'd love To be the best person I could Look up to the sky like, Lord, if you could Then send me an activist flood, let the hell down first And I should not hurt And all this pain should not reverse Pops one now, so momma's just work She'll never let her five boys hurt I don't need pain to show me what hurt Because this world will show me his first Niggas be glad to see when you hurt Wanna see it shine, niggas, see when it hurts So f*ck these niggas, pay them no mind Payin' my dues and payin' my tithes They said clean, see, prevent flies I said wise, I realize Mix that lean up, wake that sprite up And three panty pills inside, yeah I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready Perks in that Perks in that Perks in that Perks in that Perks in that Perks in that Perks in that Perks in that I'm ready I'm ready Bought a heart in a T man Freak like a cat I don't even show it And I'm fuckin' with the first one man I'm off that activist And I'm ready Just call me a pilot I'm ready Pour me another cup I'm ready We all real niggas man Bought a heart in a T man I'm ready My hood's your hood man Everybody poetry and shit man I'm ready B.A.C