Artichoke

They ain't talkin' like I'm talkin' On God Yeah, on God Coney bound, rollin with some niggas who gon hold me down Know how phonies sound, no we do not want it round Young nigga movin Gettin in shape Lifting the weight The fragrance flagrant Shifting through states And the live show it go crazy attend and partake You can take it or leave it nigga just don't question the rate Hope they finally conceded that we just in our ways Who the f*ck told em they competing? They just in our way Niggas pussy so lion basically just in yall veins So I ain't pressed or impressed By what these niggas suggest And homie kept the tech like he wakandan Nigga used to serve I ain't talking serving time I ain't talking no racquets Well maybe in a way Lowkey with it Really was never in the way Nigga swear he me You know birds of a feather Not about the drama Same time about whatever Been legitimate since mama whipped the red baretta Circa 97 24 later I'm putting on for my bredren Nigga working harder Heart of gold Art'll choke em up Green I ain't roll enough Thinking that that they got the fire Ice em like a swollen cut Winning like I'm 4-0 Bouta f*ck a foreign up Walkin fuckin torrent Got it storming in the touring bus Can't afford the shit At least you heard it from the horses tongue Scorching beats Scorching lungs Baking no Anita In need of The reefer The franklins Or some peace and some patience Some peace and some patience