King To King

Riding round we four deep
Hit the gas and we geeked
Posted up like we do this shit every week
Not a dime in my pocket
But it aint no problem
If I miss I'ma swing till I hit the green
Grew up bumpin that Pac and that Eazy E
Mind yo business and be where you need to be
I ain't with all that violence
If we gotta problem we talk face to face nigga king to king
On my mama

I be outside with the muh fucking monsters
Playing street ball and I 21 skunked 'em
Police come around like
Did you hear something
Nigga I ain't hear nothing
I be in the cut when it come to the drama
I be in the whip I'm blowing shit with my partner
He roll a leaf we get geeked off the ganja
Life's a bitch just had a threesome with karma
P.S. love to cook up
And they might not go to the gym
But some of my brothers do pull ups
Some of my sisters be with them I tell 'em don't do it but they already hit 'em
Cops come around put their names in the system
And some of my brothers spend their life in prison
Damn
Got damn
Got damn
Woke up for the green like Sam I Am
You know what I need no eggs no ham
Turn this shit up nigga this my jam
Yeah I keep the peace
But I don't keep a piece
They try to run up on me
In a week they deceased
I burn it down on some arson shit
My niggas is dark they hard to hit
Spazz on the beat I got Parkinson's
And we in the field Backyardigans
P.S. I wrote you a letter
You left the wrong nigga ain't nobody better
Don't hold no grudges forgive and forget her
Yeah I keep the peace but don't play with me ever
I know a hoe named Rosetta
She said it's set Stone that we'd be together
I told her never didn't mean to upset her
I'm smoking gas and now I'm feelin' incredible
Shout out Edna Dash and Mr. Incredible
Loved the 2nd but the 1st on still better though
Fuck the federal I'ma eat me an edible
That new strand got me stuck like a vegetable
I feel like Biggie and Travis just gimme the loot
Just gimme the loot
He wanna scrap well just gimme his tooth
He think he hard but he really a goof
He tryna fuck up the bro code
Caught him in bed with his bitch that's a no no
He was mad so he shot up his house
But ain't no one in it like he got it foreclosed
And that's how the story end
I'ma beast watch me feast on these mortal men
Run these streets with my peeps here we go again
I go hard in the paint when I'm coming in
Hey mister
You might wanna talk to yo sister
She on my wood so much hoe got a splinter
Beautiful day let me fuck up the picture

Riding round we four deep
Hit the gas and we geeked
Posted up like we do this shit every week
Not a dime in my pocket
But it ain't no problem
If I miss I'ma swing till I hit the green
Grew up bumpin that Pac and that Eazy E
Mind yo business and be where you need to be
I ain't with all that violence
If we gotta problem we talk face to face nigga king to king
On my mama