Polansky

(album: Volumes - 2020)

I'm locked in, the pot bubbling, I'm back in trouble again
My uncle with the gray stubble on his chin
Mixing up that pot tryna triple up his yen
Triple up the speed then he did the dividends

I'm out front in a double Benz
Blending in, all black tint, keeping it dim
Eyes checking for the rear view
Boldy hit my phone like, "Short, what's on the menu?"
Did Mikey bring that ten through?

Plug hit me back, "You get that box that I just sent through?"
Spot right off of Kendall, serving out the side window
On the block, late at night, pitching dimes of that brindle
Niggas' pops getting swiped, niggas' lines getting swindled

It's Butter Baby, got the trap spot stocked as hell
Keef worth a residue on the floor if you mop it well

I'm rocking vintage Lagerfeld, it ain't hard to tell
Me and Asriel want all the blues like I'm Gargamel

Gotta show me the bag before we start the deal
Run them blue strips through the counter, it's doing cartwheels

Down with the cartel from Harlow to Archdale
I'm Marlo, I'm Stanfield, I'm Avon, I'm Barksdale
On Hartwell with them
[?] jar sale
Double R, with the new car smell, looking like a Starfield