Ladder Day Saint

Uh C'mon Let's get'em Blu The grind different when the cheese greater I'm allergic to poverty so when I sneeze they handing me paper Bizzy need at least forty three acres I want my reparations, ownership over any inaugurations Cases full of franklin's come from drama so the gangstas grill Yo hustle rusty, my hustle must be a stainless steel Grab the stick and drill, feel like we pledging Kappa My step brothers is for real, they will silence all the jokes and laughter Homies pistol whipping pussys when they in the mood Goons bang banging at yo door, John Witherspoon Elbows at the table nigga gimme room Hecklers in yo section like yo final breathe was directed by Benny Boom Here go another Buffalo nigga wit vicious speech Only shit that's sweet is them loganberry's from Crystal Beach You rappers tongue in cheek, side talkin' while we sky walkin' Yo rhymes mighty morphin, homicides when I'm recording Focusing on what's important, family and financial freedom Exposing phony cats, fishing out the bottom feeders We celebrate with champagne and the crustaceans Cause when you seasoned, jealous heathens get to muckraking Duct taping and trench making for plot planners Fluorescents on the Wesson, we call it a price scanner Now tell me what's yo life worth clown Would you be popping if that Instagram light burned out, shit Probably not, you'd probably be on the block right You probably telling or probably getting shot huh You made yo bed to lay, make sure your fitted sheet is on it Proper preparation chasing greatness, f*ck a weak performance Good Morning Yeah