Grudge Match

(альбом: Weed & Instrumentals 3 - 2018)

Na na, ugh, ugh
Eastside, all mine
Free [?], Yeah

Pulled up like a jump shot
Passenger had her titties out
In a vintage Bentley, drop a [?]
That JAY-Z Allure, letting my system knock
They cost like I got a house in my car
Look what I got in store
Another foreign and a '59 Impala stocked
Car hoarder, I could never stop
Reminiscing the days I had to go without
Watching Trans Ams up and down the block
But I waited my turn, now I in a Rolls Royce letting the cone burn
Small loss but a big lesson learned
If you listen up, then I can teach you how to earn
Rookie mistakes will end your career out here
Them dogs sniffing you out, they smell fear
Welcome to The Thunderdome, my city is a danger zone
Niggas roaming and totting 365, the purge is on
It ain't a movie what them niggas doing
If they hit you with what they shooting, you might stop moving
Pulled up like a jump shot, the lil homie jumped out
Silence when his gun cocked
Two niggas ran, two niggas dropped
Shorty jumped back in his whip
He shifted gears then disappeared
He lives in Kansas pimping bitches and selling pills
American Dream, my nigga get away clean
Another scheme for the green
Let's assemble the team
More money than you've ever seen (Know what I mean?)