Let me paint a picture for you, it´s the summer of ´01
I ain´t crawlin´, shit, I´m walkin´, thinkin´ ´bout that run The whole world don´t even know what´s finna come The beginning of an era, God of the Punch Only costed forty cents, I still ain´t have enough for lunch Yeah, I caught a couple hands, but still ain´t have enough for Hutch How you want smoke and you ain´t got enough for crud? I was down before, it´s safe to say can´t get enough of up She is not my type if she can´t get enough of clubs Me, I´d rather up the blues than have enough of dubs The Zaga stank, you would think it had enough of Tuggs
Muffins in the blunt, we off the Blueberry Cruffin Runtz Put your knuckles up before your body end up bundled up That honey you ain´t got to your name, I beat and crumpled up and shot it in the trash, Kobe James times two, I´m in the Rango, me and brodie Commander cubic zirconium, dude just a jabroni Unc´ don´t want no fast dude, can catch him zoomin´ in an oldie Off the psilocybin, guess that this a shroomy testimony Everything Louis on my body but the Rollie Funny built-ass bitch hide her booty with emojis Everybody play the Asics, I get groovy in Sauconys This some Zaga za, I guarantee you woozy off a Stoney
Hawaiian tea, I´m trippin´ with the Uzi like I´m Tony L-O-M, man, I learned that shit from Rudy and the OGs It´s time to get this weight up, dude, he need some protein Ew, green like Dew, we need some codeine Tryna be like me? Ooh, you gon´ need some more cheese This the type of chicken, fly with his head cut off He tried to run away, gon´ die with his legs cut off You know that field full of landmines, don´t set some off Dirty-ass ho and her friends havin´ bedbug-offs Oh man, how did life come to this? I´m damn near seventy-five percent done with my bucket list
Freaky ho chasin´ sacks like she Aidan Hutchinson I checked everywhere in the crib and up in the whip Even dug in my pocket, still ain´t find a fuck to give T-A-G-M, I´m just thinkin´, "Who the fuck is him?" Whole team doin´ good, one word, Thirstington Lil´ brodie up fifty, one word, Huntingtons RIP to Pac, I got this bitch above the rim Neighbors don´t even know I rap, call me by my government Lil´ brodie bang red, throwin´ up the double neck Supreme leader of the shit talkin´, bring some Doublemint Lil Fuzz´ll hit that bitch from half-court, Payton Pritchard Let me take you back to square one, I´ma paint the picture
We´ll clash with your clan, but my cup ain´t Elixir I ain´t been myself lately, you would think I ate a Snickers Back to the basics, shit, that´s what I´m best at When we joyride them strikes, we don´t got no jetpacks Lil´ brodie on the route, finna do the Metcalf I was Ricky with the chip, had all of the vets mad, ayy
Hm, hey Hey, hey, hey SBDSM
When the Za man take too long, I turn to meanie pants Tell her, "Fuck no," I got a Hall of Fame meanie bag
Bitch on the ´Gram actin´ rich, but her TD fat Why he actin´ like he all mad and he got peewee stacks? I done turned the Water 41 bitch to Fiji black We can´t find him or his pops, where his titi at? We can´t find Titi neither, where his granddad at? We can´t find his papa, where his great nana at? You the biggest favor of ´em all All these pints of Tris, shit, Clifford the Red Dog I´m the biggest dawg, why she sniffin´ on my draws? Tryin´ all seventeen-hundred, I might tip over the wall Jorge shippin´ ´em off Neph´ only job to make sure them dishes get washed
All that stay in school, I´m happy I didn´t listen to y´all Off seal of sixteen, shit, we sip it by gulps P-U-N-C-H-G-O-D Play it from the
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