Stripes (feat. Salute Da Kidd)

Really built for it
Four, tough on four road
What's untold to unfold
All we can do is hope it uphold
Get really lit on them

Fall back if you have to, get your own grams if you have two
If that's what you into and watch who you spend too
And watch who you tend to, keep it low on what you into
Cause you never know what men do and these hoes like attention

She talking back niggas wanna offend you
But if it's real, it's up for everything
She gonna have your mental right hand, a little change
You know it's in her, not on her though
Cause when she with it, you already know
If them your niggas put it on the floor
They ain't riding for the cause what we doing, dog

Eyes on the fire, see it all in them stripes on his tiger
All earth, none giving, give a fuck if he jump Motherfucker ain't flinching
Ball for ball, way harder, better pinching
Pay attention, don't get caught in the mix
Once the spirit get lost, your soul can never fix
Mixed with the author, tipstone sharper
You say your world black, but mine is much darker

You can see it in the little shit
Like how they move when they all benefit
Or slow feet when it come to you
Before these other niggas, they be on the move
A tough pill you gonna have to swallow
You can hold them down a day, get held up tomorrow
Hand these holes in the faces of whoever consistently can patient

You gotta learn to be faithful, learn to be patient
Cause those will be a handful, but your judgment is cloudy, a different vibe
Gucci stripes of Nike, got the vibe of an 88 Audi
With test of technology, never dim your light, God acknowledge shit
You know what it is

Eyes on the fire, see it all in him
Stripes on his tiger, all earned, none giving
Give a fuck if he jump Motherfucker ain't flinching
Ball for ball, way harder, better pinching
Pay attention, don't get caught in the mix
Watch the spirit get lost, your soul can never fix
Mixed with the author tips, throw sharper
You said your world black, but mine is much darker

Right hand, he been locked, trader sold for a clock
But it's cold in the block, we were sold on the block, it's the flock
Eagle talons crack bones like plaster
No rat mask, knife, keep my gas full
The cash flow won't last O Capo
Cap, you cat blow mad dream stole

If I done got bound for the vibes while I'm found
I'm piled on the ground for the maggots and the moles
And I squirm cause it's cold but even that shit get hot
Heard shots, I heard some souls rise and some drop
I crept back, strapped throat from the cedar crop
Knowing that it's goat, how I jump in to see the wop
Trying to see the rock so I can hang you the moon

I still got a broom out the city's crooked rooms
Heart made of black gold came with a pack coat made in the back hall
Escaping the black curse only where they black ball
Gritty rhyme black car, dagger in your lumbar, yellow man, rust paw
Pretty bitch, plain clothes, I'm a face, it's all about the angles

What's popcorn cush to? A big rope
Face called I'm a dime she's a Kilo
Crack, ozone stack mode Venmo
Trying to see rose ghosts in my Indo
I'm having great thoughts about my headstone
Steal from the rich, added to my escrow

You gotta stay focused
First time to be your last time
We call these doorways
Because just in case, you gotta get rid of it
You can't be running with it
You can't get caught with it
Just go away, get you a new one

Small Handy
If I ain't show you, you wouldn't know I had it
There's a lot of snakes out here
So you gotta weave your ways
And make sure you connect with the right people
I'm gonna shoot you if I feel like you trying to take me out
But in the day, I know I'm killing you
But guess what? I gotta eat



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Cross, Curtis Solomon Ii, Aundre Woodland
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