Two Wise Men

A wise man once said, I forgot the phrase I was banged up with a lifer, he gave me lots of game But that lifer was my bredrin, so that's lot of pain Them man forget about their friends and put their block to shame Thirty-six hours in the booth, but I've had longer days Anytime I see them cowards with their jewels, I feel to confiscate My worker keeps fuckin' up the count, I tell him, "Concentrate" I need a house all on a lake, I got guns don't need a safe This shit's just in my DNA , listening to Hunch and Nafe Potter's rich he's in a Wraith, but I don't think your son's are safe I show you how to hustle backwards, hundred things, a hundred ways Hundred bricks, a hundred days Dingers, spinners, number plates Said he's got a a hundred problems 'cause he's got a hundred mates Tryna feed a thousand mouths, dinners on a thousand plates You think I need you now? You're a little too late 'Cause you was busy hatin' on me, when I was gettin' you straight Yeah P and Hunch, that's like buj and cocaine And we came to showcase, yeah, there was some broke days I put white on the table, on my gums like Colgate Rockin' out the pot like we're here with Coldplay Thirty-six hours that I spend in the bando Just packs, no lights, just a candle, little bitch B2K, back to kilos, and I got my little fizz In the jungle so long, I had to get my own stick The stars in the roof shine, I roll with my Pooh Shiest We made it out the streets, we still on our old grind I still put the fire, I need me a cold mine Fuckin' weirdos around, f*ck it and your co-sign I make up for lost time, I'm trying to get ahead Some of my friends are dead, I wish they had some more time We bought NutriBullets, not for protein shakes I sipped lean from young, guess I'm a codeine baby I drink Henny from the bottle, this ain't Actavis I'm still on the front line, like a activist We do YG of the month, who's the active-est? And you best not say my name if you get grabbed with this The way I cook crack, I might need a lab for this I really been on the corner, sellin' grams of fish Before I step out the kitchen, I grab my kitch' And I still think I'm Muni, don't make me grab your wrist Grab my wrist, I'll grab the clip The energy you're giving me, in real life you ain't matching it All these kids I've fathered them, I should start an orphanage Really I'm a local kid, a city kid I'm serving all these nittys quick, I think of ways to be legit I'm still in my Training Days, yeah, yeah Come and listen to who really pathed the way, yeah, yeah Paranoid I keep it in my pillowcase, yeah, yeah In my nightmares, I got it on my waist, yeah, yeah