The Spot

I remember of my banana clips and Lazer tips
One edge razers And scales
And all 30 packs of 10/10s and 15/15s
Sandwich bags with all 4 ends
Tide n twisted but the ends is missing
4 Old Pyrexs still sitting
On all 4 aisles ready to fire up
On the stove in the kitchen
Boxes of baking soda stored in the cabinets
Over stanking refrigerator
Old food and maggots
Different brand bullets for different brand guns
4 different brand of people for uh different brands fun
For the ones who run
Beer and liquor bottles all over
Wit liquor still in them
Closet and closets of clothes and suits and denim
Old cars in the backyard when shit was popping
So if uh whip drop that year that mean we both was dropping
Basement covered in red stain hay
When Pit fights was exciting and money was inviting
Door knob replace with a can lid n A frame no kick doe
Swisher sweets and backwood packs all over the floor
This is how it go

I remember when I was in the spot

Which is always around, down or across the street
From uh
Baby daddy's house where we all would meet
And uh
Place where where first thirds and 15th were fruitful
What about the days that were slow
That's what the 5 for 2 for
Young men want in cause the admire are hustle
Young women want us cause we ballin' with muscle
Thinking if they hang long enough they might just get us to trick
And if uh things go well they might get up on that rent
The hoes on da stroll road was my intelligence
My eyes and ears we called that 24/7
Boosters had us geared up,
With polos and timbos jewelry and base head rentals
We was living the life no doubt
Took the furniture out turn the living room
Turned to a dice house
Now all type ballers with money weather in or outta town
Wanna come to that one spot, where it goes down
Cause it definitely won't be no ho shit
Cause they know we blow shit