Still Smokin E

Say my nigga, You not gonna believe this shit when I tell You this cuz. Nigga I had the craziest motherfucking Dream. Listen when I tell you this my nigga. I had a dream I was back on Death Row Records. Yo, we gon' take a trip right Now. Like we always do about this time. No we didn't. Yes he did. What the fuck is up niggas And niggas? Oh yeah, We back up in this motherfucker. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you Niggas. My game is cold, I could still mold You niggas. Roll you niggas a fat stick of That chronic. A hundred sixty million dollar man, Bitch. I'm bionic. SN, let's in, step in, automatic weapon. Death Row, oh no, can't let this shit go. I think about Pac, I think about Suge, I Think about Nate. I think I left a small Piece on my plate. I'ma re-work this shit and Get a few things straight. Not here to debate, just simply wanna vibe and Create. Smoke a little sticky icky, drop my buckles On tape. And call my little cute bitch who Love smoking on vapes. Let that settle in. Death Row back, yeah cuz gon' let him in. Ain't no love lost nigga, understand me? Those my carnales, that's my family. We back on buzz, we ride for each other. 'Cause that's what it is nigga, and that's what It was. Harry-O got freed up, unfinished business. We LLC'd up, off that G up. Get out, I don't love you no more