O.D.P.T. (Chopped and Screwed)

I'm from where heavens gates is just steps away breakfast wake Silver metal will put you in second place Today is a little different, maybe the fantasies mine It's Hot as a whore outside, that's slang of the time Bootleg man selling new movies, give me two copies March Funeral Home ain't take in no new bodies My aunt's tickets hit, so steamed crabs and shit A cookout, family and even the stickup kids My pops at the grill, tapping folks, cracking jokes Clear a circle for the kids, they having a talent show My little cousins in the middle dancing to the radio Old head with the matching short set, that's a crazy show Police pulled up in a pair, hands on waists Whole party got silent, which actions they gon take One opened his mouth, and tipped his hat to say "I love that song you played! Have a nice ass day" Usually the streets seedy But today, no shots no beef really You could walk down the streets with niggaz freely Shit feels like a one day peace treaty Who text me? Oh, it's Ron Prolly kick back, get it popping till the breakadawn Look, the day was hella chill, no patrol of sirens The loud niggas passed around prolly break a code of silence I strolled through the clouds, enough to make a flying nimbus Felt like I entered the Matrix, not lacking focus in us Now the night falls, but i guess it stuck it's landing I head away from the crib, looking outstanding Royalty, not cold, but it looks like um haling Ironically as the most wavey, so it's smooth sailing Hit Ron up like "yo, I'm strolling on my way, cousin" I hit the street like road reconstruction Looking at mother nature's light, get to star gazing With moonshine in my hand, def jams, all blazing But when i finally hit his door, outside I yelled "2K for 2K, yo, since you wanna doubt Live" Usually the streets seedy But today, no shots no beef really You could walk down the streets with niggaz freely Shit feel like a one day peace treaty