IF I E

No patience, the cold pavement. Rather get right to it than fumble and have These hoes waitin'. Non-vacant, We keep pushin'. Late nights on the Interstate 5, That's how the shit lookin'. Tag Town, drove from Sac Town. Know the bitch got a dub out in LA, They tryna crack down. Said I swear to God That when I turn 30, it be my last Round. Game over, lay the MAC down, Clap rounds. How about a round of applause for All the stomp downs? Ten toes and bonafide goals. Who ain't afraid to hit the Vegas strip when It slow up. Took a break, but now I'm Back, let me po' up. Do it for the PIs in the crowd tryna Roll up. Eight ball stay handy for the coke sluts I'm wandering free, Just living Uh, ayo, Amtrak with P's in a Knapsack, it's risky. Kel-Tec with me, don't trust niggas, they shifty. That was 2012, ten years later, I had to Switch speeds. Now the Mick get hit with G's, Four-sixteen. Louis kick fiend, I got all flavors. Dialogue from broke haters on the sideline never Phase us. Trailblazer, they follow the wave. I'm like Damian Lillard, shoot it from the logo Then spit in your face. Robbery the case, our first court as a juvenile. Four hundred degrees in the fire, hoping Lou would Pout. The G code only abide by. Caught a case stuck in my PO, I live And die as a wise guy. They wide-eyed when they see me now like they Popped the E. I popped and they pockets on E, I guess it's prophecy. Every day that goes by Is the same old thing