Organic Mud E

Tapped in with Mike, got the old school hits. Sliding down High Street in Oakland and shit. Saw my old gang, so I stopped and waved. Damn, I ain't seen this bitch in days. Car wash pimpin', I'm mackin' son. Every time you see me, I'm stackin' son. I gotta stay healthy on a bitch. Movin', groovin' on my shit. Re-rock, flip a lot, movin' with a six shot. Bought it how I want it, so I went And kept the whip stock. Baller nigga? No you not, nigga you's a mark. Get you some money and get up out a Nigga pocket. Asking me questions like, "June, where the beam at?" Okay, you bought the AMG, I seen that. And I don't even trap no more, this all Rap. Everything a nigga talk about is all facts, Nigga. Yeah, Uh, Nigga had to step it up. Yeah, Damn, Man. Off the top, out the mud. Uh, Yeah. Goin' hard on a slut. Yeah, check, Uh. Nigga, I don't give a fuck. 'Bout to make a hundred thousand in a month, Give me time. Got a whole lot of swag, So these hoes bout to flock. I don't got a fucking manager, manage my own Guap. Shit, I made it out the streets, so This rap shit is nothing. And my son getting older, and my pockets is Too. Selling woo-wop for the high 'cause I got The juice. Water purified, I don't fuck around with That boof. Weed, drank, baby going stupid. Moving mean when we hit the scene, this ain't New to me. Movie scene when we slide through, Nigga yeah. You ain't cool as me, nigga usually I be draped up. Birthday Larry, bitch always caked Up. And when I'm talking cakin', I'm talking big Racks. You stressed out 'bout the bitch, 'bout to Go bad. I'm riding around smoking weed in the Jag. They mad, forty piece got me on sad. Yeah, Uh, nigga had to step it up. Yeah, Damn, Man. Off the top, out the mud. Uh, Yeah. Goin' hard on a slut. Yeah, Check, Uh. Nigga, I don't give a fuck. Riding 'round by myself. It's gon' get hard, but you gotta keep grinding. Check, Gotta keep... Yeah, uh. Check, bring The Kid in 'cause I hear that shit. Good job, Carter. Uh, ayy, ayy.