1st Quarter

Non fiction I be moving like Bruce Wayne Re up on Cocaine for the Lo man Lo main all on my plate I'm running like Usain in and out of the state Look in the mirror you who to blame you not in my place This ain't a race this a marathon 9 Bands in my carry on 9 Hundred more in my girl go yard I had to tell em what I be bout Had a plan that went left I had to re rout I had to get back focused just to move better When it was tension I handled it like May Weather I thought I told you that I'll never drop I put my logo on my Sandals and I'll never flop Nigga I was in the bando You was singing to the cops like Had to catch em at a stop like Na it ain't a stop light Red n green beams on ya bean Yea the sites right Nigga you can die where you stand go night night Took the stand on ya man We know you the Cop type You was hype you was neva bout that Said you was a hunnid you gon have to re count that Said you had stripes where ya scars at I doubt that Pepe le pew with the loud smoke I ain't gotta say shit you gon hear me tho Still get it on the dolo Only rapper sold more dope than me Was Ralo We know how ya girl go Before she rock my mic she rub the wood Apollo You follow, it's Capo