ivy LEAGUE

Bitch I'm back trappin slappin black jack
Shorty fuckin wit the pack cop a stack all black heart attack
Muddy water fuckin someone's daughter oughta be a killa
Gold skrilla j dilla chocolate for this vanilla
Dealin' coke bitches broke never on the front this ain't a joke
Ashin on them bitches wit them death wishes
Oughta choke a mother fucka tryna hit me with some fuck shit
Closer to that throat slit
Spark a philly been lit (yeah hoe)
I just wanna find myself some peace of mind
Lately it been hard to find
All this money on the line all the time
50 sack flip it get that quarter back
YXTI boy and grim be on the track Draped in all black gold slack
Middle of the summer got a motha fuckin hoodie on
Shorty sip a forty Lordy Lordy mr woodie goin
Final round throw it down
Out of town caught a fuckin flight to the bay
My skin is grey we not ordinary

Yeah I just wanna see my money long
Spend the cash put it in a song tell me if I'm wrong
We play for keeps among these darkened streets
The hardest part is when these things repeat
All this suffering and I can't find no peace
Am I in a dream or am I in a scene
Got that good weed so I can sleep
Wrap it up not a single seed
I can't be deceived no they won't succeed
I swear for real I'm in a different league
Product of the gritty street



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Tressler
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