100 Years In The Duffle

(album: Homegrown - 2020)

Really
Turn me up some
Turn the music up
Yeah
[?]
Uh

Narcotics, whole lotta heat like Dragić
I'm in the streets like for real, you blog it
I put a bag on your head like a hostage
Got it (Uh), hate a grown man that gossip (Uh)
Give 'em my old swag, they gon' jock it
I left that in 2012 with foamposites
Put the Bugatti frames on my eyelids (Woo)
Playa nigga, no polish (Woo)
Her box is mean, no mileage
She'll hold it down in my knowledge (Uh)
Real ones move in silence
Lucid dreams, back with my [?]
[?] G from the pilot
His TP, owe me a solid
Scoop my young joints from a college
Her and her girlfriend lit (And her girlfriend lit), I let 'em both split the pole
I told you bad luck don't exist (Bad luck don't exist)
I made enough off the flip (Uh)
You got fucked off the bricks (Uh)
Off point chasing pussy (Really)
Nigga, I stuck hush the bitch
Power of the flower (Uh)
Value of the dollar
Loyalty kept me in situations
Common sense she took me out of
My cousin made a mill off Arizona
Back in the 90s Chucks was Eddie Bauer
I'm talking pre-9/11, before the planes hit the towers

I get the bread and break it with my people
I'm high in the bitch, just look at my pupils
My young nigga beat you, I let him abuse you
These niggas is little bitches like they poodles
[?] came from Ramen noodles
I be outside, you at home watching Hulu
For fifty blue hunnids my young nigga'll shoot you
If you getting money I gotta salute you
There's a lot of aroma, no college diploma
Packs from Arizona, we brothers like zoners
Just hit your bitch, caught the neck, that's a bonus
Yeah, that bitch bad on the 'gram, but she homeless
Bracing that Nissan, balling like Keyshawn
I hit the bitch and I throw her the peace sign
Fiends always hit me whenever they need some
I told her to hit up a friend for that threesome (Lord)

Pull up to the check, it's nothing on my neck
AB in my sweats (Cash), I don't want nothing but a check
Harlem nigga, what the fuck did you expect? (Got me)
Big horses on my chest (Pop), pop champagne corks all in the vest (Shit)
I'm from the side of town where niggas ride around, make you a mural if you flex
We don't do the disrespect (Nuh-uh)
Don't give a fuck who was in your set
Shooters at your neck, blues give me a check (Bandits)
Got that '92 [?] Kobe vest under
I'ma keep getting this loaf 'til next summer
Just like I did last winter 'cause I'm that nigga (Ah)
Trap nigga turned rap nigga (Facts)
And I passed on shorty, got her friend 'cause her ass bigger

(Yeah, Lord)
Cash getter, he put together the play like a coach
I'm the hitter in CMG with the thang in the coat
Oh, you picking your favorite, I'll make an arrangement with the coach
She said she could swallow the whole thing and then she choke, woah (Uh)
The hardest [?] finding me is harder than finding Nemo
Now all the trolls tryna clock me like Chino
[?] nigga, get a brick like he Deebo
I'ma pull up in all black, I ain't emo
Your man's a fiend, he could sniff a whole kilo
But I ain't tripping
Work was unreal, now that's science fiction
They ain't even realized that the guy was missing
Alchemist toting full metal, aye, go get the shovel, I'm through being mellow with you
Nigga, you dance and your broadie upstairs so I guess they gon' meet up in Heaven with you
Have a issue, got a calculater
You a dark knight, then I'ma douse you later
Old games, yo, without the SEGA
I need 5 G's like I got the data
Yeah, yeah, bitch