Straight Drop

N mad I got the trunk
In the hood it's all
N mad I got the trunk in the hood
It's all, n mad I got the trunk in the
Hood its all good when you see me blow a
Blunt of that good ayo

N mad I got the trunk in the, n mad
I got the trunk in the
N mad I got the trunk in the hood
It's all good when you see me blow a blunt
Of that good ayo, instead of running your mouth
To the type of n
That can flow you up a river down south,
I talk that, pissy hallways in the same 'jects that's
Where we spark at
Same block I see a n
That's where he lost at, but better yet I got
A better tec, we ducking plain clothes and alphabets
A real n run thru your set
My youngn' shoot he just waiting for a say when
I dish the nine to 'em like Rondo
He gone burn you with that western
F n tuck your chest in
Don't even question
I spend the cash fast
Look at what it got me
I was in the field boots was beef and broccoli
Never could I let a n ever stop me
Never say never but nah n never that
I'm from where they let berettas clap
We drop a bag on your head
And then we make it back
Double up that's a fact
That's s you rap n never seen,
Hold on spin on ya block like Hakeem wait
Thirty two ounces I put a magic bird
On a triple beam
Heavily armed machines we don't tuck those
The feds tap my line for the info
But they don't get s
I'm like Hova how I stick to the script
I follow the code my posse is cold
But n saying I'm the worst type
Because I be feeling like
Half of these n don't even deserve life
The shirt off white that's on a off night
I'm talking numbers n tell me what a boss like
Ayo I'm on my Harden s the left hand
The f cops tryna test another black man
We play it cool
Or dead presidents we popping outta trashcans
Its nothing n finesse the system



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Writer(s): Corey Miller
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