Suburban Fiends

Yea
Hard head shit man

Told y'all niggas

Few fiends from the burbs that be the best clieo
John just called me he want a ball he a truck driver
Say he crossing 8 and hoover, bet i'm coming up greiner'
You can tell he fuck with the blow cause he cut like it
Say he had too spend 600 on a truck tire
Ill sick the pit on the fent you a mutt fighter
Before a scale i weighed it wit my eyeball
I was making sales you could'nt leave the sidewalk
I was on gable seen a fiend oot some drywall
(on mound and gable)
On jesus christ he started knodding off
Crackhead cook the crack on the spoon to knock the soda off
They say the crack good as hell but they like the dog
Scott got a monkey on his back he tryna fight it off
Shake em and say its gon be alright he gettin pissed off
Few fiends up stairs they got the tub running
John locked his card up now his blood boiling
Barb finna get ready to walk to the store for me
It aint strong enough we gon put some more on it
Oh you got suboxone strips hell yea i want em
They aint seen Ro that boy must be up to something
Why you ask me about a bag i dont know nothing
I cant get no money wit you, you might tell on me
I cant get no money wit you cause you not involed
Catch yo nose in my business ima wipe it off
Yall niggas aint tough they just hyping yall
When it get gangsta yall get the cops involved
Oh we talking bout hustling my line doing numbers like a barcode
I had a kyocera before they came out with smartphones
Serving junkies buying dogs lettin em get they bark on
Running from the narcos, i had to throw the norcos
Sold a script and kept five i know a fiend who snort those
Found a house and turned it to a spot that bitch was foreclosed
Dont call me for no dope for the low cause ima tax you
I aint just rapping since 06 i been established
Welcome to my spot aint no dishes in the cabinet
Bunch of king lighters, some chore and empty crack baggies
Motherfucker