Til The Casket Drops

I'm hip-hop til the casket drop Man listen You ain't fuckin wit me nigga You sooner would see some nuns rap Cuz my flow is deranged Like where they be shootin guns at Tryin to make them funds stack Is all that a niggas doin And it's workin, got more Franklins Than a family reunion Me and the niggas I f*ck wit, we stay above it Hustled our way in the game yo pushin and shovin Real niggas feel The entrepreneurial spirit of hustlas It's important not to f*ck wit bustas Please believe there's none of that among us Nigga you Sus, just because we speak Don't mean I trust ya You never noticed that our dialogue stayed at a surface level Watch who tellin all ya business to I'm tryin tell you You soft I can hear it in ya voice, Matt Murdock We 'bout to flood ya block When we bringin the noise Black Hood, we all nice nigga Take ya pick flows is sick A yo we move as a unit like Rainbow Six Breach ya front door at a quarter to six F*ck around be all in ya mix Room to room looking for all of ya kids Nine straight up to the dome of ya wiz Unmitigated Viciousness The shit's outta control I spit that shit that ya feel in ya soul Puttin it down since hoes was runnin 'round in Girbauds Cold since Arsenio still had a show Winnin so much niggas think that I put in a code You know, Up Up, Down Down, Left Right, Left Right Y'all know the rest I'm Hip-Hop til the casket drop Til the casket drop And I don't even want a fuckin casket Surrounded by dirt, animals, worms, maggots Don't need a gang of flowers or nothing elaborate Just burn me down to the ashes In a jar and that's it Don't need a reverend talkin bout it was tragic And he's in a better place You know damn well I was a bastard Always took at least four puffs before I passed it Hope I put it down for however long that I lasted He was alright, kind of a jerk Loved to smoke, a good dad, nice wit his words And let it be said that he put in the work And maintained a flow that Most niggas just considered berserk I know you sick of me, in fact, I'd be sick of me too It's cuz I'm cocky, but that's just what victory do Jeep wit the Hemi, rumble like a didgeridoo The way that niggas starin, he must have some injuries due Respect for my brothas but understand that we don't play Watch what you say you know we movin 'round Packing like it's moving day Really, I'm just out here trying to avoid Carlito's fate When he just needed 75k so he could skate The way I spit they be like Sheem's more than a tad sick Gon miss me when I'm gone, sumpthin like a Chadwick Pack the four-matic strictly to to prevent somethin tragic Just how you lookin at it, when you used to not have it