Two 23's

(La Musica de Harry Fraud) Ayo, in the pens, I never stressed visits I know niggas that was facing the death sentence in the best spirits Big gate circle this prime real estate, and Inmates the best tenants My niggas lets finish The wrong friendships set limits, you expect growth when a yes man is your best critic? I could lose it all and just get it We value money different, cause you gotta buy your respect with it Huh, you start selling white and became the best You niggas ain't the same as Spesh I never send bricks twice to the same address I might take a L on the squares, like a knight in a game of Chess I learned from Og's and vets, the quietest in the room might just be the connect I took footnotes, and I repeated the steps Somehow ended up with both feet on they necks Niggas, and I'm standing here aggressively Like, don't question me, bullets in your head, open sesame I don't need them folks to invest in me Never let a nigga be the controller of your destiny Trust Brody in his cell, prayer rug, and his holy Quran They let Cutter out of the pen, and he coming home to a Don Killer Tone still be on go with his pole in his palm I'm talking 223's, thats Jordan Lebron In the booth, like under my shirt I'm hoarding a bomb Know some niggas that will kick your door, and torture your mom The Universe be talking, but you niggas ignoring the signs Niggas forty, but they still say the boy in his prime Pull up rocking boutique drip from a store in Milan Put that on yours and mine They creating narratives, but never do the stories align I ain't on your top five list, then that's surely a crime Move the bricks, wash the money thru my shorties salon Got the shit on, my Tux be Victoria designed Hop out the truck, I got my hand on my forty, I'm crying Im saying, talk to em king Trust