Poetic Justice
DJ Swift on the track
He got seventeen in his nina
Mook got the keys jumping
Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina
Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her
Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa
Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer
Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin', they think they keepers
Whoever thought the menace'd sell out a whole arena?
I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
Don't matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you, Selena
Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal
My father told me back in '01, it was Dickies and beepers
I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal
I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the game to him, I guess he didn't believe it
I swear to God I fuck with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret
Spin on they block, empty out clips for my lil' nigga, I'll beat 'em
Shout out them OGs, keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him
change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
Told Joe let's take a trip to Cali just to see what bag's cheaper
My youngin posted in the alley in all black, jeepers creepers
Shout out to my lil' white bitch Alex, I get the coke from her people
Got a lil' gutter bitch named Lisa, she gon' suck the whole team up
And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams, not a Bimmer
She a keeper, but I'm for damn sure gon' leave her
I'm so sick, double cup, you know I'm lemon tea'd up
For a brick, dope boys in the hood don't swipe no Visa
Violence, I condone it, I just hope that you don't freeze up
I come from the corner where you wanna keep the heat tucked
Mike Amiri denim jeans, you know 'bout sixty G's stuffed
Shout out the plug, blue Black Amigo, yeah, we love the re-up
Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina
Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her
Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa
Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer
Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin', they think they keepers
Whoever thought the menace'd sell out a whole arena?
I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
Don't matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you, Selena
Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal
My father told me back in '01, it was Dickies and beepers
I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal
I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the game to him, I guess he didn't believe it
I swear to God I fuck with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret
Spin on they block, empty out clips for my lil' nigga, I'll beat 'em
Shout out them OGs, keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him
change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
He got seventeen in his nina
Mook got the keys jumping
Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina
Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her
Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa
Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer
Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin', they think they keepers
Whoever thought the menace'd sell out a whole arena?
I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
Don't matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you, Selena
Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal
My father told me back in '01, it was Dickies and beepers
I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal
I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the game to him, I guess he didn't believe it
I swear to God I fuck with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret
Spin on they block, empty out clips for my lil' nigga, I'll beat 'em
Shout out them OGs, keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him
change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
Told Joe let's take a trip to Cali just to see what bag's cheaper
My youngin posted in the alley in all black, jeepers creepers
Shout out to my lil' white bitch Alex, I get the coke from her people
Got a lil' gutter bitch named Lisa, she gon' suck the whole team up
And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams, not a Bimmer
She a keeper, but I'm for damn sure gon' leave her
I'm so sick, double cup, you know I'm lemon tea'd up
For a brick, dope boys in the hood don't swipe no Visa
Violence, I condone it, I just hope that you don't freeze up
I come from the corner where you wanna keep the heat tucked
Mike Amiri denim jeans, you know 'bout sixty G's stuffed
Shout out the plug, blue Black Amigo, yeah, we love the re-up
Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina
Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her
Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa
Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer
Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin', they think they keepers
Whoever thought the menace'd sell out a whole arena?
I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
Don't matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you, Selena
Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal
My father told me back in '01, it was Dickies and beepers
I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal
I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the game to him, I guess he didn't believe it
I swear to God I fuck with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret
Spin on they block, empty out clips for my lil' nigga, I'll beat 'em
Shout out them OGs, keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him
change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
Credits
Writer(s): Damion Williams, Brayon Nelson, Tyquian Bowman
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