6am on the Island E

Thinking 'bout the past don't make things clearer. Looking at life through my rear-view mirror. I used to have scraps, now it's new interior. I can't kick ball, babes, I'm a drug dealer. And now I don't deal hope, baby, I'm a Coat wheeler. Still says she'd be back when I Throw healer. Woke up to deliveries and calls from The jails. Homie said the life is still 'bout Me in their cells. Just woke up from a Nap when I heard about Nathan. The ambulance took him, pray the Lord don't take Him. Lost a good friend, but gained another spirit. I know that he can hear me when I'm Rapping, I just feel it. And all my other homies who ain't get to See me do it. Put one in the air If you ever been through it. To survive in the flats, needed eyes in your Back. 'Cause everybody wanna shine, diamonds and Mac. Now these boys CNN, putting war on report. Then go point the finger when they walk into Court. Coulda made a igloo with the snort that We bought. But niggas died foul, they got pork In their corpse. I used to hunt food with The bears, brought it back to the cubs. When the snakes would sleep, I attached with the Dogs. Went to war with my lions and brought The flag to the mud. And when the.9 Was jamming, I brought it back to the snub. I sat alone in a four-corner room staring at Llamas. Ready to go bananas. I stood alone, watching the wall in the zone, Handling my handles, listening to gangster music. Sat alone in a four-corner room staring at Macs. Ready to get erratic. I stood at home, hand on chrome, in the Zone, flipping the channels, watching how the Gangsters do it. My little homie big, But he been on it from he little. Posted with the nickel plate and a pack of Skittles. My bruddas wear kettles, but they got it From the brittle. Done it on the mains only 'cause it had a whistle. I'm bishop with the Juice, and Nino in a suit. My loyalty's my word, I won't kill you on The roof. And I'd rather not breathe than snitch. 'Cause I love my niggas, not no pigs. Nice Glocks and sigs. Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake. I know if you got it, I've been around Cake. You talking this money, but you got clown Cake. Ain't in all the fronting, I'm putting down Cake. Link up with the tugs for assignments. And I don't trust new people, probably plant bugs Or they wired. When I was your age, I Was wilding. Gunpowder residue all up in my bomber Jacket lining. Took another L, I'm still smiling. My akh said it's on us. Plus we tryna Buy the whole island. My off-white cream, But my Gucci look vibrant. If I showed you where I live at, you Would think that I was hiding. I'm a crook. Jimmy never done it by the Book. I got it from a jugg or a Jux. I ain't in it for the looks. You do it for the likes. I do it for the life of sitting down Reading kites. I sat alone in a four-corner room staring at Llamas. Ready to go bananas. I stood alone, watching the wall in the zone, Handling my handles, listening to gangster music. Sat alone in a four-corner room staring at Macs. Ready to get erratic. I stood at home, hand on chrome, in the Zone, flipping the channels, watching how the Gangsters do it.