Gut

(альбом: From Seed To Sale - 2022)

It's a cold game

You know that feeling when you lose a box?
And it's feeling like time stopped
And you sitting there plotting with no other options
You know I'm re-copping
You know that feeling when you lose a box?
And it's feeling like time stopped
And you sitting there plotting with no other options
You know I'm re-copping

You know the feeling when it don't show up?
And your phones blow up, bank accounts froze up
When you feel like you're hot and you clean out your spot
I don't think we should talk, but I need to re-cop
I wonder, what did they hear? Are they coming for me?
Did they get a fingerprint? 'Cause I wiped that bitch clean
My mind spinning, ashtray full in my Maybach
Did the homie lie? If he did, I want payback
Plotting on ways to bounce back and be lowkey
Tryna push these greenhouse chems and some OG
2010, the Feds tried me three times
At the airport pulling me out of the line
Counting my cash and running through my bags
Ask me questions, I knew it's all bad
You know that feeling when you wake up trippin'?
I wonder if they caught me slipping

You know that feeling when you lose a box?
And it's feeling like time stopped
And you sitting there plotting with no other options
You know I'm re-copping
You know that feeling when you lose a box?
And it's feeling like time stopped
And you sitting there plotting with no other options
You know I'm re-copping

I wonder, who do I blame? Don't put smut on my name
'Cause this number will change, that's just part of the game
You can't reach me at all, heard you can't find a line
I wonder how you are, I ask all the time
See, the thing about losing a box, you never know
If the Feds intercept it or the package was stole
It'll fuck with your soul and close circles for sure
Getting head and some weed is my cure
Should I drive 'em or have 'em fly 'em?
Where the carry-on luggage? It's worth trying
Fuck the mailman and all of them dogs, I want my work back
I miss 2012, bring the Perc' back
I'm filling up the U-Haul truck
'Cause the 18-wheeler been in Utah, stuck
I'm sick of the road and the air been burnt
When you lose work, that shit hurt

You know that feeling when you lose a box?
And it's feeling like time stopped
And you sitting there plotting with no other options
You know I'm re-copping
You know that feeling when you lose a box?
And it's feeling like time stopped
And you sitting there plotting with no other options
You know I'm re-copping

You know the feeling, the gut feeling
You know the feeling, the gut feeling
You know the feeling, the gut feeling
If it make it, then we touch millions
You know the feeling, the gut feeling
You know the feeling, the gut feeling
You know the feeling, the gut feeling
If it make it, then we touch millions