Alpha
Uh
Yes
Uh huh
Its Kaine
Yes
Flow Crazy, I'm so crazy
I'm so 80's baby
Crack Era, Ronald Reagan baby
Save me, no memory card needed
Spend most my time getting drunk and weeded
But I call plays and get paper all day
Don't discriminate either
I get paper all ways
I'm out there night time
I'm out there broad day
Lobby, backyard, front yard or hallway
I'm just to eager to be straight in my pockets
Cause bills nowadays hit me straight in my pockets
All that good fly shit, I be trying to rock it
And I'm a cash spender no swipe when I cop it
Rim, what's good on a money bag?
Cause niggas playing out here like they don't want the cash
They wanna be broke and well known that bad
I guess they good with a like and a hashtag
A craft master
The bars are slick, the oil castor
I'm in a different space, you couldn't get in with NASA
Like pastor, Troy we ready
Me and Eddie we get to the fetty
You couldn't stop the flow with a levy
Skully top, don't get plucked tryna land on mine
In the booth eatin' and only for self I dine
Got nothing but punches, Ballrog
And the pigs tryna take ya shine, they ball hog
I don't coast guard, or ride waves this high tides
Ain't never scared to throw the hands like a high five
Who livin' just to survive, my plights justified
It's not about the fall it's the way that you gon' rise
That bag light, I don't act right, its never a might
You scary for numbers, you wouldn't shoot dice
Hank Aaron, I only roll bats thats hitters
It's a cold world, don't get your shivers
You stamped, better deliver
You movin' nowhere in the same spot, slow dance
Can't monopolize in a community with no chance
Life hits you fast and quick
Boom, with no hands
Better make it happen
We ain't listening to no rants
Its a dope ban
They only want trash that's laced
Traced to an era where crack was base
Zombies on the cheese line with a twisted face
Sell your soul just to get a taste
I need the bag with no case
I'm from the core of the rotten apple
Never steered by fear
And that's off top facts without a Snapple
Don't get caught and let it trap you
It's fast paced, moving slow out here
Will have the wolves getting at you
And you cant compare a relic to a souvenir
You niggas turned fiends
I treat the weed as my consigliere
Get work done and put it in the air
Same cycle, gotta feed the fam
Always sticking to the plans
Or have backup
Treating life like an interview
But never slack up
The negative thinking will never add up
Yes
Uh huh
Its Kaine
Yes
Flow Crazy, I'm so crazy
I'm so 80's baby
Crack Era, Ronald Reagan baby
Save me, no memory card needed
Spend most my time getting drunk and weeded
But I call plays and get paper all day
Don't discriminate either
I get paper all ways
I'm out there night time
I'm out there broad day
Lobby, backyard, front yard or hallway
I'm just to eager to be straight in my pockets
Cause bills nowadays hit me straight in my pockets
All that good fly shit, I be trying to rock it
And I'm a cash spender no swipe when I cop it
Rim, what's good on a money bag?
Cause niggas playing out here like they don't want the cash
They wanna be broke and well known that bad
I guess they good with a like and a hashtag
A craft master
The bars are slick, the oil castor
I'm in a different space, you couldn't get in with NASA
Like pastor, Troy we ready
Me and Eddie we get to the fetty
You couldn't stop the flow with a levy
Skully top, don't get plucked tryna land on mine
In the booth eatin' and only for self I dine
Got nothing but punches, Ballrog
And the pigs tryna take ya shine, they ball hog
I don't coast guard, or ride waves this high tides
Ain't never scared to throw the hands like a high five
Who livin' just to survive, my plights justified
It's not about the fall it's the way that you gon' rise
That bag light, I don't act right, its never a might
You scary for numbers, you wouldn't shoot dice
Hank Aaron, I only roll bats thats hitters
It's a cold world, don't get your shivers
You stamped, better deliver
You movin' nowhere in the same spot, slow dance
Can't monopolize in a community with no chance
Life hits you fast and quick
Boom, with no hands
Better make it happen
We ain't listening to no rants
Its a dope ban
They only want trash that's laced
Traced to an era where crack was base
Zombies on the cheese line with a twisted face
Sell your soul just to get a taste
I need the bag with no case
I'm from the core of the rotten apple
Never steered by fear
And that's off top facts without a Snapple
Don't get caught and let it trap you
It's fast paced, moving slow out here
Will have the wolves getting at you
And you cant compare a relic to a souvenir
You niggas turned fiends
I treat the weed as my consigliere
Get work done and put it in the air
Same cycle, gotta feed the fam
Always sticking to the plans
Or have backup
Treating life like an interview
But never slack up
The negative thinking will never add up
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Writer(s): Eddie Kaine
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