Level Tipping Scales

And I gotta tell y'all a little something
Let's get it, where we at with it?
And I gotta tell y'all a little something
Blockworks
Nothing out of the ordinary
Let's get it

I talk choppin', been heartbroke since I lost Moxy (Mox)
First half a mil', nigga's did it off of all Roxies (all herbs)
Can never be Big Meech, in love with tippin' scales
Last week, we ran through 20 kis and a 50 bale (phew)

Unwrapped it out the plastic, white as some zinfandel
What happened to that last shit? This got a different smell
Gave grandma a hug, just got through two bricks on the love (gaga)
Ran off on my plug, told him this shit too rich for my blood

Popped open a vent, tryna find new ways to traffic drugs
Stopped down in the 'jects, dumped a five hundred pack to plugs
Gritted up a fleet of foreigns, stashed like a hidden treasure
Glad I got my shit together, still, a piece of me is torn

Make sure you show your insurance card
For you fill out them forms (yeah)
Love to see my fiend walkin' out the pharmacy with orange (OJ)
Always make sure I put on a show whenever I perform

I ain't go to college, but I cut the blow with the dorms (uh)
But this ain't nothin' out the norm (the norm)
I been sheddin' more than tears (for real)
Been on some ConCreature shit since the very moment I was born (227)
Now they know my name, like Norm in Cheers (Blockworks)

So you don't consider his behavior out of the norm?
Now, when have you ever heard a gang member
Being called a psychopathic killer?
He just kills 'cause he wants to kill



Credits
Writer(s): James Clay Jones, Alan Daniel Maman
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