Street Medicine

Mexico
Jumpman Engineering in this mufucka

I had to, I had to, I had to climb out that dope hole
Took me so long it felt like I was moving Slow Mo
Paint you the views of the trap like a Go Pro, Im kicking shit, no dojo
Tell on the gang that's a no no
Came up out the partments, me Hundun and Cho Cho
Good gas only no low low, but that corn got my pockets lookin like Big Moe tho
Picture perfect, take a photo
This a Gucci collar aint no mufuckin Polo
I aint come up off of kicking doors, I came up from grinding and flipping O's
He play like he gangsta he really told
My packs like McDonald's, a million sold, Nigga
Strong arm in the game real swole,
Beat a nigga up quick, but that .40 got kick like a field goal
If I rap about a strap it's cause the shit required for my job title
If he rap about a strap it's cause he scared to fight
And fuck around get his jaw tightened
If one fighting, then we all fighting
Don't play for Tennessee but we all Titans
Nigga say Mexico this and he that, but if you ask the hoes shit they all like em
These new rappers serial killers, claim they caught a hundred bodies in every song
I be rapping like I'm trappin, tryna feed my baby girl and get a package gone
I really ran bought a hundred plays just to lose the hunger pains
When you in the streets, you gotta kill just to eat, nigga this the hunger games
I had stay down when that thunder came
Mexico La Flare I swear that I'm bringing the trap back
I go get a pound, no wholesale, buss down, me and Cho Cho we gone gap that
Pull up at my spot, aint no discrimination, bitch we serving up all races
Aint servin undo's, know all faces, man my hood full of junkies and cold cases
Out here takin chances wit my life, gambling, 4th and long, wtf Im a punt foe'
The size of my nicks, jumbo, bitch I'm all in the mix like gumbo
It's Mexico bitch what the fuck is up
Walk up to that pot, tell it knuckle up
You know it's that drop when it bubble up
Beat the dope wit a hook, jab, and uppercut
These niggas been hating, told uncle that I'll be back and the nigga been waiting
Dope locked up in the pot, singing my girl, nigga would've thought I was a temptation
Two step-in when the load coming, Thinking like I need some more money
The fuck's an alarm clock, I wake up to the first nigga call tryna score sumn
You Come to my spot, you gone sit back, see more scoring than a Harden game
No cap in my rap, when I see the smoke, I get to steppin like Martin Payne

Get Up Outta There
Mexico, Mexico