For The Books

Alright little Niggas this one for the books
Working on my craft, throwing in some hooks
Your bitch like my style got her off the looks
You know I'm da baker but I can also cook
I ain't running off ain't got to be a crook
I'm new to this shit, but bro don't call me rook
Got my own bag come learn what it took
We on some different shit smoking by the brooks

Trees turning yellow
Flow getting mellow
Know she love little Steve
I walk in she like hello
Ass fat it's like Jell-O
She walked in looking bello
Rubbing all on me
Know she trying to play my Cielo

Only smoking za roll that shit up in a hemp
Boy these bars be hot as hell brodie check my temp
Yeah I love my bitch how that shit make me a simp
Moving up in the game remember days on gimp

Got my own artist shoutout to my nigga J.P.
Need the bands up front you ain't finally play me
Niggas always in da grass knew they would betray me
I don't like the talking much unless you finally pay me

Alright little Niggas this one for the books
Working on my craft, throwing in some hooks
Your bitch like my style got her off the looks
You know I'm da baker but I can also cook
I ain't running off ain't got to be a crook
I'm new to this shit, but bro don't call me rook
Got my own bag come learn what it took
We on some different shit smoking by the brooks

Thumbing through some blues got some pinky's too
New shit getting views
Play it a couple times
Give me a review
Putting up a wall I'm like brodie pass the screws
I know you heated now
But let yourself diffuse
Nigga Saks tripping
I just want my shoes
I'm working everyday
So what's your excuse?
Forever Bag Chasing
Boy don't get this shit confused