Fracture

(álbum: Rebirth - 2018)

Ginseng
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Hit him in his face, he gon' get a fracture
I'm from LA, we be hanging with them body snatchers
Nigga, fuck twelve, nigga, fuck them damn dispatchers
Niggas really be smoking Reggie, not talking Jackson
I be cooling with the gang, cooling with my fashion
Lot of niggas be acting like fucking Janet Jackson
Haha, I'm not talking 'bout poetic justice, we can rush it
Y'all niggas locked up in the cell right now for getting busted
I got niggas in the cell right now that say, "Fuck it" and bust it
I been rolling off the Xans, counting up the bands
I do shit you wish you would, smoking OG woods
High in the sky, see it by my eyes
I would never lie, smoking on that pie
He thought he was juuging for real
He swallow the Perky, I'm off of the pill
Roll up woods just like Jack and Jill
Rollie fifteen, I'm touching a mill'
I'm always cracking cards in seals
I'm from LA, man, I stay in the 'ville
I need the money, I need hunnid bills
Tryna see Johnny Dang gimme a grill
Tryna see Johnny Dang gimme some ice
I remember sleeping next to mice
I count the money once, counting it twice
I am the president, I am not vice
Minister clean, man, I am so nice
Doing this for one year, yikes
I'm tryna see the limelights
I'm tryna see the crime fights
I'm tryna see the high heights
Y'all don't tick it like a hi-hat
Popped three Xans, try that
Try [?], yeah, hide that
We don't want no rats, we don't want no snitches
In the kitchen, I be whipping, flipping bricks and chicken
Your homie went missing, you ain't even roll up to see that
Man, I'm only fifteen, got a hunnid thousand in a year, can you believe that?

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