Lyrics

I’ve been married to the game. I need some restitution.
I wake up and load the whip to make the trek to Houston
If we keep up with these flips, we ain’t never losing
Your destination determined by which path you’re choosing

But when you wants and needs conflict it gets mad confusing
The box is hot got to find a spot to stash the unit
Online posted up before we had computers
Serving water at the intersection like I had a cooler

These niggas skipping steps trying to match maneuvers
You ain’t at where I’m at cause you lacking movement
Known state to state cause I’m pack pursuing
If it’s dank we leave wit plates like a black reunion

All these niggas trash just some rap pollution
They ever mention hash them im cap removing
We talking cash then im glad im fluent
If you ever see me know the bag congruent


Fuck what they doing
I get the cabbage and bread like a Rueben
Just rolled a wood and it look like a Cuban
I’m faded I’m loaded I’m zooted
I’m focused I’m balanced I’m rooted
I’m door to door like a recruiter
A boss imma beluga
I’m doc from back to the future
I lace a track tighter than sutures
Hash be the rapper jazz the producer