Lookin Through The Scope

(album: Live From The East - 2015)

Most of the mothafuckin days catch me saved up
Smokin out the pound
Tryna increase the pay cuts
Riding through ya town
Won't chill
See you later
Headed to the next city bitch like a mayor
Nigga's hit me up tellin me I'm the savior of the rap game
She a ho can't save her
Niggas gettin fucked just by signin on the papers
Do it on your own
Nigga do yourself a favor
I'ont really give a fuck about none of you haters
I'll ash you in a second like cigarette paper
Niggas talk down and they still imitate ya
That's why I don't speak on a nigga till I meet ya
Nigga I be speaking to the people I am preachin
Don't get caught in the middle of ya meeting
Cut my bad dogs, turn out a good evening
Get rich alone
I don't need no agreements
His bitch alone
That's a lie cause she creepin
Come into my home
To the public its a secret
Bout to be the summer
But I run every season
Bars get stuck in your head like semen
Comin out ya mouth now you got my demeanor

Water on the speaker
Ridin in a drop and the engine full of demons
Niggas keep talking about the muhfuckin green an
Nigga where your green at?
Say you gone score
Lil nigga where your team at?
Juicy couture
Might buy my bitch a bean bag
Shoes of galore
And she bad
Known you see that
Deuce and bonjour every time a nigga leave that
Yeah lil nigga mane I know you wanna peep that
If I let her go
And you get it
Better keep that
Ride by myself with the muhfuckin seat back
I'm a shark e beast
Call that shit sea bass
Remember in the seventh grade
Niggas used to tea bag
Now I'm online shopping for the LV bag
Put it in the cart
Ion even even need that
Put it in your art
You don't even even mean that
Nigga what's the message that you tellin all the teens at
Man that shits depressing if y'all ever believe that

Lookin through the scoope
See a bunch niggas with a bunch of false hope
See a bunch of bitches and a bunch of lost joes
She a bunch of friends and a bunch of lost foes

Lookin through the scoope
See a bunch niggas with a bunch of false hope
See a bunch of bitches and a bunch of lost joes
She a bunch of friends and a bunch of lost foes