Pristine

Gatta turn up one time for the folks now If you stayed down run it up in no time Put myself on nigga f*ck a cosign Go back home twenty bitches on a boat ride Got like twenty bad bitches on the coastline Nigga if we talking raps well I wrote mine Put in work talking backs well I broke mine Spend them racks we gone make it back in no time My bitches divine and my flow it pristine I was down bad and was rollin on lean Mama I'm sorry know I was dead broke cuz then when I left class I was serving them fiends Came from the two and I'm rapping elite They gotta pay we ain't working for free I was dead broke had to stay in the cold I had holes in the socks and the shoes on my feet Plug he was fronting I brought it back around Step on the block and then don't make a sound Shoutout to D he was holding it down I was flipping that O turned that O to a pound Don't need a strap but I came with the heat Trynna be paid I don't wanna be seen Shorty she bad and got stripes like a peppermint all the real niggas they know what I mean All of my bitches they bad and they elegant You know a young nigga fly it's so evident Had to catch fire I'm burning the evidence I gatta elevate all for my betterment When I lock in know a youngin be celibate Wearing a jimmy don't want me a settlement I'm from the two gone be constantly repping it They called me Flacko before all the benefits Damn Youngin trust me there's a better way Gotta thank the Lord I never caught a case It was me and Ron at the cabaret I know mama told me there'll be days Steady in the cut don't wanna show no face See the Feds in traffic we gone do the race Know I want a B but this ain't lemonade In Nevada hoping that I catch a spade Gaddamn My bitches divine and my flow it pristine I was down bad and was rollin on lean Mama I'm sorry know I was dead broke cuz then when I left class I was serving them fiends Came from the two and I'm rapping elite They gotta pay we ain't working for free I was dead broke had to stay in the cold I had holes in the socks and the shoes on my feet Plug he was fronting I brought it back around Step on the block and then don't make a sound Shoutout to D he was holding it down I was flipping that O, turned that O to a pound Don't need a strap but I came with the heat Trynna be paid I don't wanna be seen Shorty she bad and got stripes like a peppermint all the real niggas they know what I mean If it ain't going to plan I ain't sweating it Only got racks on my mind so it's eminent I'm from the two and I'm constantly repping it She hit my line but you know I ain't checking it All of my bitches they bad and they elegant You know a young nigga fly it's so evident Had to catch fire I'm burning the evidence I gatta elevate all for my betterment Damn