Wonderland

I'm a real nigga that spit it so vivid If you got a minute, you gotta listen Just kick back and split it up A Dutch with some indica Rolling tight spliffs to lift you up In my city, we different bruh Nitty gritty, we live as such Bitches titties ain't lifted up Nice chest without them cuts Where niggas live out they guts Just follow intuition Steady driven, never tripping All destined to make a million How we living? Better nigga We always sweeter than cinnamon A fucking dream we living in Living la vida loca Cops watch us like middlemen Little children committing sin Sensored tryna take dividends Divide us and stick us in Closed jars like Ritalin Ridiculing the slicker men Slingin dust is a sticky sin Selling dope is a sticking sin Fucking cops come bustling I'm busting in the world's face America a rat race Homosexual printers cause They ain't got they fax straight Give my niggas a bad case They got me trapped My brother put a gun to my back Gone off some yak He never seen stacks But selling mountains of crack His momma live in a trap Nothing but roaches and rats Tryna make a million With a gun on his back So he aim it at a brother Telling a young nigga run it But they both running When them cops start coming That's two dead souls When them cops start gunning Somethings missing in this world that we live in We tryna find the light, over the stove in a kitchen Water whipping, penning pinching Quick sand, start sinking When our own kind kill each other with no intermission Another momma missing her son But the judge don't want to listen Nah, the judge don't want to listen