Escobar Season

Yeah
Kuzy
Escobar season
Yeah
Only time I took a L I was loosing weight
Only time they picked up pace they was running late
They say Kuzy where you heading
Onto better things of less stress less fake friends more benefits
More fests on some October shit
This year Bolt is who am running with
I wanna fuck with winners
Fuck with niggas whose very lives I can make my mirror
If you ain't in I need you outside

Need you outside, you out of place here
I ain't feeling your buzz you ain't lightyear
I got a bunch of dawgs no pussy cats here
Teasers be our toys we don't play fair
Just never cross our line
Draw the line boy we drawing guns here
Cross my path you'll see your cross and casket
I'll pick a fight with you then pick your cell mate
You buy a suit I buy your witness
You jokers in the house of cards
The joke is on your ass you Kevin Hart boy
Stop tryna be something that you not boy
We out here cause we don't wanna die broke boy
So only hit me up when the topic is cash boy
It's Escobar season
I built a mental prison
Escobar season
Am loosing all my precepts
Am Escobar going coo coo on these fucking niggas
Pablo, Esco
About to blow, case closed

Between eating and being eaten I choose to hunt yes
In this jungle either you find prey or become prey
Nigga streets will kill your spirits, feed on your weakness
Before you know it you'll be another pavement statistic
No
I choose to survive
I choose to ball hard cause twachula saana
I wanna pull up to pick my son from class
Yeah my nigga, fuck the bus
I see niggas like to hate a lot
I can't throw shade, I ain't the type to shadow box
So when the ball is my court am Kobe
Ball too hard hear my J's screech
Finger row but don't finger hoes
I got a mouth to feed you heard bitch
Just blow the dick, moby
I'll make that pussy laugh, Cosby
There's plenty fish in the sea
But a black man don't swim
I never had a bed of roses but at least I got a peace chair
Funny how they hate a nigga walking tall in the land of these snakes
Nigga we don't feed off beef here
What's a chain with fucking weak links
All that emotional shit, sucking of dicks is for the bitches period
Since a kid I envied Corleone
But the suit didn't bring out fear in the niggas who owe me
So instead I chose Esco unruly all day
But not for cocaine we just like the thought of being in office
Yeah on my Davy Jones, heartless
But I found gold when I soul searched
Fuck a fortune cookie, Kuzy ain't a rookie
Am great nigga am beyond blessed
The kid nigga is beyond stressed
About the mixtape complex
Name's Ray J if I dropped my tape I'll prolly feature in keeping up with kardashians

Yeah
Fourth ain't never been scared of no mans man
I had to give up being nice
Cocaine shit
Am about to blow nigga
Whoa

I need more rides or dies less pedestrians
Am a lowkey nerd and niggas tryna test me
I know they envious I sense restless covetousness
So should I give a fuck cause it makes you cum
Bitch I need your bullshit outside

Need you outside, you out of place here
I ain't feeling your buzz you ain't lightyear
I got a bunch of dawgs no pussy cats here
Teasers be our toys we don't play fair
Just never cross our line
Draw the line boy we drawing guns here
Cross my path you'll see your cross and casket
I'll pick a fight with you then pick your cell mate
You buy a suit I buy your witness
You jokers in the house of cards
The joke is on your ass you Kevin Hart boy
Stop tryna be something that you not boy
We out here cause we don't wanna die broke boy
So only hit me up when the topic is cash boy
It's Escobar season
I built a mental prison
Escobar season
Am loosing all my precepts
Am Escobar going coo coo on these fucking niggas
Pablo, Esco
About to blow, case closed



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Writer(s): Raymond Kamena
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