Won't Not

If I had some cocaine, I'd smack that shit right now

Purp murked this shit

And they wouldn't know it

How to deal with success for dummies

They'll never know it

Put the cup on the coasters

Now that we rocking loafers

And may them locs on our face

Hide what we ain't showing

My niggas

Here's another line

Until the time will pass another

Passin' of our brothers

Now another, till the 'caine numb us

I'm tired of dropping shit, doing the same numbers

All these niggas trying to catch up

Really, they should run from us

Good god, this sound like good crack

Step back, we sipping good yak

In this party bout to yak

Too bad the shit packed

Gang signs thrown

Gang signs thrown

Get rocked if you a G

Catch a brick if you a stone

Who the fuck gon' ride with ya?

Who the fuck gon' die with ya?

Who the fuck gon' see your light

Grab it, and try shine with it?

Until a sign hit us, stop

Over here they find hitters, drop

Y'all niggas dead, homies lyin' with ya

Truth be told, I'm probably in line with ya

Paint a fine picture

Of my portrait on a shirt

To capture time, nigga

Then pour me up on a curb

Roll me up in a Swisher

Serve me up with Hors d'oeuvres

This is fine art

For those of refined taste

That try and define art

Oh my godness golly, the disgrace

Tell me how my shit taste

Before you answer that

Five star my mixtape

One bullet

Curved at you, to make you think straight

Only then can you talk

What you see when you walk?

Only outlines of chalk

You sick freaks, I'mma cough

Up a loogie, hawk it at ya

Watch the shit fly, sniff a bird

And gon' holla backwards

Its some

More of that real shit

How to murder two rocks

One bird, flip a kill switch

Dead bodies in the room

Dead bodies in these streets

Dead bodies by the pool

Still born, that's bodies out the womb

The story of a coon

Just another type of nigga

Trying to climb up out this hell

Till I stand on Beverly hill

Figures, nah

Let them helicopters propel us

From gangsters in pelle pelles

Who'll Turn ya to Hellen Kellers

That's

Sick

We under that weather

They put us under that cellar

Gave us bars forever

Judge spelling out life

That's bars forever

A bad day

Yet it's awfully clever

That's life for ya

A sore sight for ya

Here's some ice for ya

Ice, ice, baby

Like the sky falling

How you feel?

(Some more of that real shit)

I say Chance logged on

I hope Vic blow up the Innanet

Till Joey dropped don't stop

I was thinking I won't not