2lit2quit (feat. Nick Nindo & Tu-Sicks Mack)

Pouring porridge
Taking doses
On the dosage
Still don't know
How I'm coping
Chopper pop
Squeeze reloading
They forreal
Niggas folding
Third eye woken
Outside the frame tokin
Cashing tokens
Alter motives
Got me golden
Rolling smoking
Hydro potent
Pray Mary Joseph
Keep me focus
On a triple c
Put you through telepathy
These niggas bogus
Bombs away like the seven seas
These drugs won't get the best of me
Cousin got the recipe
Serve em to the streets
Ive been coping with my emotions
Through the evergreen
Envy me cause I'm mvp
Getting that Sara Lee
Steadily setting the bar
Like I'm bartending
Drink away my pain
With that red and blue drink
Yeah
Green cash rules everything
We coming for the rings
Give me nova cane and I won't feel a thing
Wrist look like a sink
Fuck what a hater think
It ain't no emergency
To pull up with the team
Pull up with them beams
It ain't all what it seems
Living life in reality
Like it's a dream
Gas pedaling
Living lucidly

Nigga get gone off the Xanos
I ain't gotta let go off the handle
Shit I might explode for the life I chose
But I still won't fall for these assholes
But I might just fall for the ass though
Tight rope fuck around and I might choke
Like smoke don't matter if we inhale inhale
No telling where we might go
Ride slow even if it's in my hood
All good as long as the lights off
Good night if it end with a backwood
Black hood in the back smoking hydro
Some nights that I thought that I might swerve
On the crib sipping lean from a hydro
How fast was I going officer officer
I'm feeling like my mind gone
Big-big lipped nigga like Pikkon
Don't help that my head like a pinecone
Sometimes I feel like an icon
Moonwalking on niggas like Michael
Push me to the lim it's a cycle
Might cost you a limb I'm a psycho
And I get don't blend in with the times
Should have spent my whole time with the lights off
Spend any more time it's a write-off
Tryna get to the money what's taxing
Thought I might get in with a little bit of drive
K-dot got rich from the backseat
Freestyle come for free so they track me
Got haters tapped in like the FBI
Wanna run this city like a track meet

But can't say shit cause it TMI

It's Tu-Sicks Mack nigga
Flow just make her bounce
This is that hydraulic rap
Popping cackle watch me snap
Ironic how I just get smacked
And deal out slaps
Punches make em stumble back
Treat em like a punching bag
But truly usually I'm just cooling
Cause I hate to have to get unruly
Cause it would end in body bags
Oh you real take off the mask
I come direct
I come correct
And come to rest
Put my foot on necks
Yelling anntt anntt
Like who's up next
Like who's up next
Spit shots got the tool on deck
Got you ju on deck
My whole crew had that
Flows swam a pool of drool
So rapid something that I'm not gon lose in
I'm cruising
It's some tightest til I beat it loosely
Foolies claiming that they boss
But money still rule em
Niggas gas but imma be the fueling
Any dude can be in the crew
If I'm ever in the right mood
Come and meet your doom
Clean sweep in the streets
Niggas keep the broom
In a blink it'll boom
Can't think too much
Gotta make a move
Hit the gas and vroom

And air I'm outer space
So you can keep the moon

(Yeah)
Keep the moon

(Yeah)

Lemme get right hmm
(Anntt)

Yeah
Yeah

They stay talking smack
But I'm not talking back
They all so whack
And I'm a king of jacks
I got a queen in fact
I go by Mack
And I'm a full attack
I'm action packed
You acting brats
Im also crack
But you niggas stepped on
Kinda like a welcome mat
Pump bass I could fix a flat
Salute real niggas tip my hat
I don't do tit for tat
She lemme drill it like I got a bit for that
I got a tip for that
I tell her put her lips on Mack
Until it start kicking back
I'm kicking back like perm relax
I gotta get it gotta kill em
You can thank my prince for that
Pockets used to be on little
Now they getting fat
I show respect
So don't disrespect doe
Me and my niggas quick to scrap
So shut you flap
Don't make me go and get the strap
No cat boy this is just the facts
You wanna face the facts
Forget the fame and plaques
Laying tracks the game been jack
So imma take it back
(Take it back)
This history in the making
So I had to be the greatest
I won't take it back
Fuck all the opposition
I tell every hitter spitting
Spitting hitting with the force like I'm raping cats
Im an emerald escaping rats
You fade to black
I paint the black
They used to call me slim shade
But I'm shade for matte
Full replace of fake niggas
Just retracing Mack
They copycats but I'm spitting like I'm packing gats
Super fly to all you lazy gnats
Each line is like a thousand whaps

Whip rappers they should call me pap
I'm telling you you don't wanna test me
They should call me SAT
Your momma had some good ole draws
I was off in that
Okay I cap

Lame ass niggas