Crystals

It's like every time I make a new beat, man, I just gotta rap to this shit This shit crystal, man This life I'm going becoming crystal clear Let me shut rest of the year What's going through it, now I'm here There's no need to be sincere I'm that nigga you should fear Too many bodies, shed a tear I gotta change careers for my life, so this music in your ear Qualude bitch, you ain't gotta ask Don't try to say too much I'm out the way, just let me get this bag Looking at my life, I wonder, what's the wait Why it drag Should be popping tags Let me get right to it I'm on it fast Smoking on the gas It'll bring a tear to people's eyes Must've hit a nerve when you hear this truth up in these lines Man, you niggas broke You get your baby mama to sign ya nine Don't worry what's in my cup This that poison, it'll kill your mind Sup Casso you ready to make this flip We on the move Let's take a trip You know these hammers ain't legit Thee, my nigga, go grab a fifth Get my blue cheese, then I dip Never had a handout I can't help you niggas when you slip A man that stand on top of shit You MCs, need to really quit You do a 9-5 for all your life I guess that what it is How you expect me to know my worth I waste my time just doing this I clock in and still be serving Got people slide up to the gig It's more benefits for me I'm used to doing this type of shit However I work, I go get it So these diamonds, they can glist Trying to put your year salary You get right up on my wrist You had it, nigga Why you doing bad Whatever, I be down I just make sure that some shit is stashed You hear people say, go get a bag Well then, my nigga, go get a bag Don't make it as a race Cause you wonder why this shit a drag Like Biggie said, blast Squeeze first Then ask questions last I could be a killer And I still show up to events with class You failed to realize at the top Qualude, nigga, you got to pass Living for the future It ain't for me Then it's in the past Pockets stuffed with cash It's the reason why a nigga sag These haters I make them mad I love it This that life they wish they had See what shorty on She coming through She trying to match the bag She ride with me Come home to you, my nigga She not coming back She want the train run on her Cause she like it How I lay these tracks Now I'm pulling on her tracks Damn, shorty, you can't glue this back Smoking back to back I just sit back and just watch them act I wait for my attack Going broke Nah, I can't be like that Yeah, I always tell them I always work this shit out like I'm ready for the physical You better shake or I'm on your ass Watch yourself like you Mystikal You been racing against me, bitch I already touched the pinnacle That new shit, y'all be dropping Let me tell you, shit is pitiful Same setup rap about nothing Shit getting Typical Yeah, all about the paper Now I'm working on the digital Every time the gang, send shots the condition Always critical I will drive for my success I play it safe like it's ten to two I pulled your card You turned out full of tricks Now you see me too I just got that pack that just came in You can send me two I pull up right next to your bitch Ask her, oh, what you fin to do Turn her out I tell her about the weekend, she gon' love the crew I'm a fool, but maybe that's just me If the money gon' keep flowing, I can be that I can be Now a nigga getting tired, going stupid on this beat But this shit gon' repeat Trust me, it's gon' be more of me At the top, yeah, we gon' see