SECTION 8 (feat. SWAN)

It'll cool a nigga off
Get the tweakin' off dem RPs
Damn nea' knocked my nigga broad
I can't smoke no more exotic
I be wylin' off the bag doing 90 in the hood
I damn near smacked my nigga Jag
I got a line at Saks Balenci, Margiela we get it half priced
If you got some Ls let's hit the road and get yo bag right
You say yo check five hunnid
Well I got a way to double that
Or we can hit the block with Pyrex
And cook a bunch of crack

I thank God for all my blessings
Even when I lose my Faith it's crosses everywhere
I don't know if it's God or if it's Chevrolet
My Trap open 24 hours I can't take a break
These lil' niggas ain't selling weight
Bet you never turned a box of Sudafed to shake and bake
Then have the junkie taste the cake
Okay now I rest my case
You should find a better way
I'm really a nice guy this is just my resting face
I never had Public Housing but I served off Section 8



Credits
Writer(s): Adama Sow
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