dealing

Yeah smashing drums, giving life to addicts Breaking bread with the looney Shit turns into an habit The scum? Nigga I've seen it and turn it Smart deal, end up with the classic kiss I bottled it, licor was the taste of my lips Fuck the drama, coppers found a way to steal No string attached, corruption takes the deal Thanks to the new age, the cell phone sings Turrn smart phones into a weapon to snitch Shit, it must be lunacy Hard work pays off? How? Explain that to me, I'm confused It can't only be only my shit that stinks Lock ups, like shit I've never seen Turning pussy? Nah I've never been Loyal to disgrace and what it comes to be Reality is the paradox of old man coff Creating room, for the death clock Man it ain't no need to funerals to see them corpses Cruelty and glocks, the pistol lips today are hot They call me poet, I'm i one or not The lifer, thanks zulu for heartbeat The way i construct schemes Alcohol was an enemy, how that come to be The garbage was taken fast The bottles smelled like piss The theme now, is adidas stripes on some ny shit Bruh we connected to life, my brothers take care of me Like I'm jesus, walking down the stream But Fuck, the guap is needed How can i survive like this The bitch turned red, when the watch glow came out bleam They hungry bruh, i need a new engine Mayday mayday, brother i woke up like this I'm standing, but boy give me some morphine. Poet, at the clock job work stop i play the dumb has been But in the streets nigga, we terrorize those fuckers clean Nigga to niggas shit The game will soon begin ..... .... Yeah, poet