Hard On E

Safety systems armed. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, Four, three, Two, one. How you doing? What you say, young? Teflon's back, don. Fitted caps been 'round. Ja, fuck my line, had the freshest packs in Town. Units in the grave, if you want, I can bring 'round. Young G's on the come up, but they been Down. Been down. Shoot like Sling Blade. Big brats are spaced out on a thin cloud. Wear my woolly when I got the wiles, I Call the tings loud. Making thing without the wrestler, Sting, Ow. The youngers wear the mash like it's the thing Now. 'Til they catch a case and then they Sing, wow. Meanwhile, I be kicking expensive Freestyles, G styles. Bust a bottle for my don because he beat Trial. Still get that twitch when police smile. Talking 'bout Teflon, check, he's vile, He's wild. Meantime, always got something in the Jeans lines. When we want the shine, On machine or the B line. B line. When we on the phone, we don't Speak fine. We talking codes just in case the Feds rewind. So all my team know the speak signs. I'm on the fresh, means meet me by the Seaside. You couldn't ride the wave that I'm Surfing. We are not the same, I ain't an Earthling. For the pound sterling. Get it right, I will serve him, serve her. This ain't a flow that you heard of. I can catch a body, no burner. I can bring you beef with no burger. What you say, young? Matter of fact, we could go further. I been here for a while, I'm tryna stay Longer. Brain at the top while it rains on ya. The tie string, we call that Grace on ya. And my ad libs are only just my pace. I'm a quick mover, and my kids ruthless. Fourth fifth users. Could never love a snake, so we pitch Judas. Too many niggas 'round you could get useless. End up bad, but they start well. Now they in the deep blue sea, but no Sharks still. I just wanna be a success before My heart fail. So all that, I send you Outer space with them star shells. On the scales, I got hard scale. You looking at the next Avon Bartelle. The last man standing like cartel. It's war day from Gunspot to the Gaza. Pure gunshot, we make tears from laughter. Two clips done and that's the end of your Saga. By the way, my outfit came out of The plaza. If you love me, then mi casa Su casa. Niggas got skills, but you ain't in Me class, son. How I learnt a subject that You couldn't pass on. School of hard knocks, that's where I got my Scars from. Same place that I concise the hard From. What you say, young? Counting money in the trap, it gave me a Hard on. Ah. Chea, chea, chea, Chea. Ah.