West Orlando

Niggas be fanning with prop money Like a crash dummy talking cash shit, but ain't got nothin' I'm a wordsmith but don't say nothin' Keep it real to my day comin' Keep it chill I want blue hundreds Likeness attracting my nigga Fact shit no fashion But I'm still extra my nigga But I'm still taxing these niggas They gon' pay extra for reala I was the taxi for pounds I'm talking pressure gorilla Beat on your chest like a maniac I'm smokin' gas don't know how to act I'm from the hood you know where I'm at Auntie say 'Stop at the sto'' She need a scratch Grandma was all on the dope She need a match Daddy was shipped up the road But he came back But he came back Yeah that's facts I got the sack no lineback Came up poor no Hyatt Tick tick tick like hihat Bomb squad you don't wanna try that See through green I like that If it got steam might buy that More gasoline ignite that If phony niggas 'round me need hazmat If only niggas round me knew half that Half what I live for I been in and out of houses fiends knocking on the door Never had to touch white it was on my baby clothes I'm a real street nigga who ain't have to sell his soul These niggas be flounder, nigga be flodgin', nigga be fake He takin' them downers, don't pay for lodging, we can't relate Askin' for dollars he just want the product he just wanna spark up OBT but the nigga OB so he came for the O dust County line raised now a young nigga growed up MIA central FLA really out the muck Everglades got alligator and tobasco Salt life swamp life we be on them backroads I weathered the storm just look at my palms They just wanna take a leg and a arm I run with the greats that's why I am calm Please do not make one wrong you could be gone