Fox and Bagley

If you mistake me for a fool and I gotta pull this tool then its
Christ be with you
If I said it nigga its up don't make me have to pop the trunk then its
Christ be with you
If I put you in God's hands just know that it's God's plan nigga
Christ be with you
Because it aint no fun and games, boy don't take me for no lame
I'm just sayin you out your mind if you think I'm playin

Off white chemist
My niggas still in the kitchen
Hand written prescriptions
Before Virgil ever did it
Tryna cook eggs before I get fed
Wiping dope of the dishes
Squares like Damier
But no Louis Vuitton stitching
You niggas beyond snitches
They gon tell it all
If you aint built to take yo licc
Then why the fucc you get involved
That's the type of shit my niggas hear
And probably get you off'd
Nigga's throwin slurs watch how I picc em off
Bet they try to hide tho
30 Shots will bring you out splittin yo mama car door
Insurance got it now you can forget about that car note
If we cant catch up with him, drop his brother just like raw dope
Aint tryin to glorify it
But when its time to eat its all about survival
First time I let that bitch off I was shootin with my eyes closed
Last time I let it off shit I coulda been blind fold
Caught up in them streets it had my mind gone
Even justified it for the time tho
No good bastards
Product of broken families

If you mistake me for a fool and I gotta pull this tool then its
Christ be with you
If I said it nigga its up don't make me have to pop the trunk then its
Christ be with you
If I put you in God's hands just know that it's God's plan nigga
Christ be with you
Because it aint no fun and games, boy don't take me for no lame
I'm just sayin you out your mind if you think I'm playin

I'm Magic with these hands houdini, Ervin Johnson
Sharp shooter like Klay Thompson
OG was my sponsor
Grip the wheel of that white elantra
Me and Tate two man action, you think that shit contra
Gang signs thrown up, better know where you at
Hands active, throw the wrong shit, you gon get smacked
I don spent nights burning fingertips on the baggy's
Pushin thunder with a pen you need a verse get at me
Young kings ballin out like Fox and Bagley
Washing blood off the money man, to me was just funny
Grippin asses of the baddest, nice smiles flat tummies
Countin dead prez distributing out in the country
This for my real niggas shootin hand guns in broad day
And the youngins slap box on the block all day
Red dogs hoppin right out that van they don't play
Watch for nosey neighbors hang by the windows, all day

If you mistake me for a fool and I gotta pull this tool then its
Christ be with you
If I said it nigga its up don't make me have to pop this trunk then its
Christ be with you
If I put you in God's hands just know that it's God's plan nigga
Christ be with you
Because it aint no fun and games, boy don't take me for no lame
I'm just sayin you out your mind if you think I'm playin