JUST MIGHT RETIRE (feat. C3 & B-LO)

Knots in my pocket like a boil on my leg Yay in the pot like I'm boilin' some eggs My bitch a brat, I be spoilin' my kids Call up B-Low and pour a four of some red I know some shooters, I put racks on yo' head I got prescriptions, I be taxin' for meds Free my lil' cousin, he went back to the feds I fell asleep with a hundred racks in my bed Everything legit, I'm on a different timing These VVS's, these some different diamonds I be runnin' to that money fast like I'm Sonic If you lookin' for me, shit, I'm probably somewhere grindin Probably book a flight on a private island Bad bitch, good weed, ain't nothin' but silence So it's the same, tired of hearin' gunshots and sirens But if a nigga play, gunshots and violence Buzz down the brick, it smell like nail polish In Omaha with the D, but I ain't knowledge Book bag full of books, but I ain't go to college Get the bags on the plane like I know the pilot When they land, it's a touchdown like Aaron Rodgers They throw you a bag, just don't fumble it like Donald Driver Half a brick in the car, I sent it with my driver The type of run I'm on right now, I just might retire