Z dot Fin … back in the spot
Pyrex …baking soda and pots …
Crystal white straws a mirror and ox …
Fuck . . . if you like my living or not …
I get money to hungry … make the grumbling stop …
Get it …
smack ramen days over …
no more crashing on this musky sofa …
Hard sleep .. Smelling ass cheeks .. .
bout to hit the streets …
On the search fa geeks … fiends… plucks
Service … till we need the re…up …
When you see us … we key up …
Keep 45’s and such …
don’t get ya stomach pumped fucking wit us …
Big cars …big trucks …
Big steaks on plates ..
big jake ace ...with gold rimed Prada’s on his face …
Six buttons silky smooth to the waist …
Hot denim … and a jacket that will set shit a blaze…
Eye catching .. Got you caught in a gaze …
two bottles poker faced… showing Ace of spade
I deliver to ya liver on the river …
All in … fux grits from small men …
On the play
Ya money don’t spend like mine … stay in ya lane
Thinking you gon get my dimes … holding a trey? …
You a “Bullshit bluffing mofo” … in the way …
Hold mo chips … throwing up I made it rain ….
Till the shot rang … and cleared it out …
I’m picturing noodle soup … you flew the coup …
When I drew and started to shoot