Grid and Crown

Run the grid mf'er, don't play wit the kid
You don't really know bout Stray or the things that he did
Hustle a couple hundred pills to weighing the mid
Fore 11, I was already purchasing sig's
Don't you ever get it twisted, I always been solid
Let's get familiar wit the printed and making deposits
Don't forget it, I'm committed to forging a sonnet
We was hungry, all we had was money for Ramen
Me and G was talking, my time at the plate
Told him, I ain't tripping, batting, my average is great
If you betting on a nigga that baggage is safe
If I gotta get it back, I'll package the weight
We ahead, let's get the bread, stay off the meds
I done really ran street, so fuck all the cred
Ain't no playing wit the gang, we cracking ya egg
Catching you and wifey slipping that's breakfast in bed, NIGGA

Ain't no games
Hollow tips could get aimed at yo mf'ing brain
Where sirens rang
And ain't nobody gone do a got damn thing

Nigga told me to dumb it down
Make it sound like a dummy sound
Too many that want the fucking crown
Just Get ya paper and run the town
I mean that's solid advice
But shit I do gotta vice, a nigga snapping like at poetry night
Remember all the nights nigga had to go thru rewrites
From Dark to the light
Now a nigga poetry nice
Niggas want me to slowly drown
Verbal clip hold a hundred rounds
If I empty, it's going down
Don't want it, but got the fucking crown