Even Kill

Smoker need a fix, say he sick
Ane he need his quench
Think he jj reddick
Come in shooting straight up off the bench
Got my pockets thick
Now every bitch favor Tori Brixx
Tryna call it quits
Before the blitz get me 20 winters
And I still want smoke wit my daddy oops
Maneuvering the Glock
In 40 belows
I know ah make em smile
Anything less than moves discrete
Shit a flagrant foul
Went out west
Plug talking numbers over Mr. Chow’s
Shit out of style
Flashin re-up
I be out of town
Carry on luggage
And a playbook of ways to send a pound
Fed bound
Shit was wild
But it ain’t break us down
Dior stpping
Got these piecs standing single file
Versatile
Every drought
Put my hand in the dirt
To catching plays wit an impeccable burst
To be first in my City wit a Rose
Give the trap to my youngin
Watch em get it for the low
It was code…
Trapped in the matrix
But I’m neo to shots they send
Don’t engage in any bullshit conversation
Been with the same men since the age ten
Been with some since diapers up in the play pen
House parties with wasabi sipping on bombay gin
Don’t play with them don’t irritate them
Savage like 21 minimum wage then
Click full of made men that never gave in
Can be insane men but then again who ain’t when
Taking chances of living the rest of your live caged in
Chasing millions not moving out of desperation
No complaining know to never jot a statement
Raised by real OGs got the proper training
Embedded in em know no cooperating
Most likely located where shit get complicated
Remember I ain’t have no cake I had to bake it
Remember I ain’t shit I had to take it
Remember I ain’t have no cake I had to bake it
Remember I ain’t shit I had to take it