In the Mix

Name another that's realer, I can deliver
Competin' with the one in the mirror, comin' up like a skunk done diggin'
God is my witness, this became a scene off of Thriller
If it's black-owned, put some lovin' in it

Couple racks loaned but you not touchin' it
Some say because I'm a bull, I don't have a shot
Well, I'm DeRozan with a bucket giving
Now set up the play, let's roll

My defense is cold, this game gon' be so not told
How many cats do you know really got it
I feel like that nigga, and you can't stop it
Look, these streets gon' test you, don't come to my rescue

745 and that CLS groomed
My high school teacher end up bein' a connect too
Nobody give a fuck about your business, except you
Look,

Arrive, talk, connect, twist up, sip, vibe, then pose for the flick up
Arrive, talk, connect, twist up, sip, vibe, then pose for a flick up

You was here, but was seen across the street
Talk is cheap, you want her, I swept her
off her feet
Once you get that Boss lockdown, you get the spot found
Advance into the top round, since I copped the drop with the knock sound

They claim they've been in the mix
Straight out the door
Stop playin', you know I want a 5th
Take a trip to the store

You look strange, bitch, break down that zip
Is you ready to smoke
I'm goin' plain or in designer drip
You already know

My daughters a trip
I'm cheap, but I'm chargin' a grip
You not worried, but you all in my mix

Call me Bluetooth, it's gon' be hard if we don't connect
It wasn't meant for you to see if you ain't seen it yet
With no money and no black man loved correctly
sneezed out the opportunity, but then he blessed me

Now everybody got somethin' to say
It don't involve you, so just pray
When I was hurt, nigga, I used to hurt niggas
Eject bitch niggas to insert niggas

School my teammates on how to work niggas
Like if you fed niggas, you can burp niggas
A wise woman once said
Business between those who do it

I let you hoes go through it
You ain't a buck, but 99 be the closest to it
KSB, the untouchable unit in the mix
They claim they been in the mix

Straight out the door
Stop playin', you know I want a 5th
Take a trip to the store
You look strange, bitch, break down that zip

Is you ready to smoke
I'm going plain or in designer drip
You already know



Credits
Writer(s): Raynell Warren Jr.
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