Cutlass Music

Sometimes I just close my eyes at night and then I start to wonder What could I do different would I change it and be younger 2021 with Coty, Josh, and Dom, the gang, and Hunter I was living in the Bay, they kept them thangs in a bunker I've been living everywhere and nowhere at the same time Cut some motherfuckers out, who just gonna waste time It was for the better, homie struggled to just make time Now they sayin' Isxxc independent, bitch, it's game time I don't ever pray, but I'll do it for Los Angeles Where I be located, man, the people getting scandalous Mr. Maneuver, boy, why you think they gonna cancel us? I'ma let them weep and think of why they cannot handle us What are you, a rapper, DJ, drummer, or producer? Yes, to all four, like where I'm from, that shit is true sir It's getting wild like when they stomping on 12 cruisers Came a long way since back when I was a mover In a flash, I became a topic conversation I ain't giving handouts, but I'll take an application I can't seem to pick a style, so much variation You know I might stick with it, pay attention to creation Sticky situations gonna make you think you lose it all Karma be a bitch, now I'll sit back and watch you fall I'ma just do me and swang around like Paul Wall Shit was almost crazy, $1500 phone call Now they want it when they see potential in the picture I'm just doing what I do and spitting fire on the liquor When they coming for the smoke, the closer they get, it gets thicker Oh my fucking God, he can't breathe, I'm the constrictor They just love to f*ck around but never find out That's when I step in the picture, then ya motherfucker died out They tried to shove me in a hole, I couldn't help but climb out This that cutlass music, motherfucker, I'ma ride out Don't let me find your hideout, or I might carve your eyes out With the dirty butter knife, used for smoking resin With the lights out, my ice out, you know I got my spies out A try out, to drive out, a motherfucking strike out I'ma aim to be the king, way up in my region They just watching all the credits, now it's time for a new season Of my life, they seeing, but they never found a reason I just can't seem to find it, am I an angel or a demon What am I gonna do when I make it out the city First I'm taking all my brothers, bitch, you know they coming with me Then we dropping napalm on the bitches tight with Diddy Now it's time to make the industry not shitty