Uh
Uh-huh
Allergy
I see myself as a king, living on a white cloud
Don't be these chains or these rings I take 'em off right now
Let me explain a couple things about my town
It's poor education that they giving to my child
Ridin' 'round luxury vehicles would appear too
They sleep on you 'til you in Gavinci in cathedrals
Mention me with the greatest I'm G-O-D to you
But you ain't a gif there's OD in you
Sell the drugs, don't get hooked unto 'em
The slums got no love, they scheme all through 'em
Sippin' brown fluid we movin' around stupid
I do your lil' verse when I get around to it
Y'all be acting bold, you could get smacked or stole
Screaming out gang gang, but you ain't active though
Facts or no, you little boys got a plastic
So, better off shootin' yourself go Plaxico
I stack my dough do it for the passion through
Just a habit watch the package grow, you could track it though
Neck full a fake jewels you ain't got have the glow
Summertime outside we still staring at the snow
Break it down (bag it up)
Make my rounds (add it up)
Homie fucked up the pack
He got me mad as fuck
Break it down (bag it up)
Make my rounds (add it up)
This nigga messed up the pack
He got me mad as fuck
Break it down (bag it up)
Make my rounds (add it up)
You see this thing on my side homie she bad as fuck
Break it down (bag it up)
Make my rounds (add it up)
You could a been one too
Why you mad at us?
We hit the pain with the change we accounted from it
But we couldn't wash the blood stains out the hundreds, uh
When Evie ran off we was down a hundred
I still cook it how you want it, I work around your budget
We was moving powder out in public (uh)
My plug pull up smiling in a white brown with a mountain of it
We get 'em in and ship 'em out in dozens
We see 'em poppin' now I'm buzzin'
All a sudden I got a thousand cousins (who are you?)
My old bitches tell me how to bug it
'Cause now I'm fuckin' models cute but they swallow don't need to borrow nothing
Uh-huh, nigga we vets with medals, and Trump to suck a dick
Them elections never affected ghetto
I been to hell and back and met the devil (yeah)
Life cruel you know the type rules
You good if you less successful
This for mothers with innocent kids, lifers on innocent bids
I'm from a city where villains can live
I be with shooters in my straps still poppin'
I got my loot up in the trenches had a trap held hostage (yeah)
Tell white bitches in the trunk got the back wheel wobblin'
Nigga that's more cougars than a Maxwell concert, uh
Break it down (bag it up)
Make my rounds (add it up)
Homie fucked up the pack
He got me mad as fuck
Break it down (bag it up)
Make my rounds (add it up)
This nigga messed up the pack
He got me mad as fuck
Break it down (bag it up)
Make my rounds (add it up)
You see this thing on my side homie she bad as fuck
Break it down (bag it up)
Make my rounds (add it up)
You coulda been on tour, why you mad at us?
