Infants (feat. Librim)

Clock it ticking away on my life line What direction do I go to the moonshine I'm getting so drunk on this life it's the bloodline Broken shattered promises Find a way to flip a brick Literal not figurative Bullshit out da house neva where you live Nigga keep away from the silly men With the contraband from the government It's that scary ass shit that make you wanna spit, mf , get lit hoe , neva quit, Imprint nigga shit, in all the whiteness Make a brand new bitch, tell that hoe come quick Move it out the back door, with the luggage Hit a nigga on the burner, when the lick hit 180 back flip, make the chip dip With that nacho cheese, mixed with the Bisquick Ho ya Betta not blink or you miss it, its the Guns drugs n money for the infants Its the Guns drugs n money for the infants The Guns drugs n money for the infants Its the Guns drugs n money for the infants For the infants, For the infants, for the infants Bitch I'm gon, I'm outta here Way ahead of the game You in the mirror clear I'm lost in space I gotta time machine I seen you niggas had envy way back in the 70s I always come correct I give you everything From the clothes on my back to the shoes that's on my feet I swear I'm just trying to be a good nigga But these niggas is lying about they jug nigga Lying bout they figures Talking bout what they got But they ain't got shit can't even piss in pots Shit talking nigga got that jailhouse rock The main supplier naw nigga think not Cause everybody got a story to tell when you in jail but when you make bail you snort up ya money and chase tail while I make mail n triple up my money. I give u niggas hell