Sunset Spark (Shorty & Butta) E

I ain't going nowhere, won't you get me out? 'Cause ain't none of these bitch-ass niggas here Kicking my ass. I'll put two in a nigga Head. How you feel now? Like a sucker, right? 'Cause that's just what you are. A prodigy in this hell on Earth. Natural moving, you was still at birth. Fly hoarders, my man still boost, no chirp. And the OG humble Steve had the low worth For dirt. What you know about refilling the pot? It's for the oven heat. Broke as the intercom, I had to scream. Got with my fellows who I split Nicks with, Carmelo. Started letting steam off the kettle. This is pain on the treble, but the bass Get the rebel. These fake niggas acting real, Who your Geppetto? Nigga, try on, You'll be the one left, Duke Zion. Not your gram made me pen when I cast Iron. Bounced on rookies that tried to book me. Shells give nuggies and I almost built an empire Off a cookie. Where your Mitch turn Alpo? Talking about walk in his shoes, but I don't Wear Aldo. My style low with the po in Front. I be gold, I don't drip, let the Faucet run. You forces, son, you wouldn't squeeze a Corset, dun. Call the best, get it shaking like The bank stop. Niggas bare arms, no tank top. Gas leak as big as a tank top. Some niggas punched out the gun. How was that? It was all good, just a Blunt ago. Now they throwing shots where your brains Got a bungalow. Like butter, baby. I get happy when the money Drop and the honeys flock. Shorty call me shallow, I smoked a blunt and Forgot. It's like butter, you know, bubba like rock. Yo, I got a ditty-bop like I know I Got it. And I don't give a fuck what You think about it. Only converse with niggas that Know about it. The time I gotta owe you About it on a later date. I'ma pay you when I get paid. They say that time is money, I value it Different. What I'm trying to say is that I Don't got time to kick it. Maybe with some fine bitches, kick it out, then Scratch you off the wish list. I ruin Christmas, you still green like the Grinch. All my bitches speak French, because all they talk About is we. I just tell them I got A C, call them curve, beyond words. Yeah, I play the part too on the bench And smoking herb. What's the word? Strats and backpack. You niggas got tired of getting folded. My niggas just match energy. Occasionally I pop out, see me on the humbug. Talk to me nice, nigga, I'm up. Rock.