Rough Road

Shoutout to Jizzle Yeah Stizzy I'm from a city where niggaz will dap you up then clap you up That's why no matter where I go I keep ratti tucked Get the paper I don't spend it I just stack it up Invest in myself and my kids with every bag I touch Remember I was in the spot bagging up Feel like my hustle got stronger with every gram touched My Side Rules come get your membership Handwriting sloppy but every verse got good penmanship Even though I ain't penning shit We on some winning shit Niggaz try to slide on us nigga we spinning shit Flows doper than Kensington But straight outta north side big guns bankrolls and fresh Timberland's Now we talking businesses They know me in the dealership Bad kid mad city nigga this ain't no Kendrick shit Last nigga try to call my bluff I picked up on the first ring Banged on em he ain't calling back I let the bird ring On the block until the birds sing My youngin had a bird wing Stepped it up now he moving whole things Fiends dancing in a line like it's soul train Weed purple like the soul plane The .40 make ya soul sing I'm always on top like it's missionary Most you niggaz fictionary Pictures in the dictionary I'm with a model baby this Movado yeah my wrist is heavy Non photogenic but I'm always picture ready Shoes is Italian but the gun is from S.C. Plug come from Cali he came in on a jet ski Cuz playing with ice they keep calling him Gretzky Fiends looking for coke but keep calling it Pepsi