back from the 80's

Lyrics

i keep the blamma in the drawer with the pajamas, i keep the ammo in the bananas, i keep the standards high as the canyon, i treat the grammy's like some medallions, i treat the randoms like some companions, i treat the weed like some azelias, i got more value than i got failure, i got more flings than i got flair, i don't dream if i do not have nothing to wear, you see what i mean and that's why you stare, i know you believe, i know you beware, i know she a fiend, and this an affair, if momma a queen and poppa a bear, you run out of steam, you run out of stairs, i run in supreme, and get something rare, she run to the team and now she a player, we live on the edge, we die in the air, we sick in the head, but pockets is well, we tiptoe on eggs, we out of our shell, our vision is red, the eyes are as well, we can't pay attention, we got to pay bills, it doesn't make sense, if it's not making mills, we do not take pictures, we're not taking l's, if y'all love to listen, then i hate to tell, if you're scared to visit, then i take it there, if heaven is real, then y'all fake as hell, cut off your heels and bounce on your tail, i'm on a mission, survival is real, man, fuck how i fix it admire the repairs, i'm talking six but my mind is on twelve, poppin' prescriptions on top of the hill, even the devil advised me to chill, i told that nigga, stay out of my hair, she just want to fuck in the throne, shit get too deep and they dug up your bones, i'm sippin' that sleep and i'm smoking that gone, when you reach your peak, we gon' cut off your arms, she sniffin' that king and she mix it with kong, her clit got a ring, and my dick got a horn, this is what i call a risk and reward, we cutting it close, give the ninjas the swords, fuck what they think, man these niggas don't know us, this shit is sick and it get in your pores, and then you a corpse, and then is the morge, me, imma hustle until it's the forbes, i swore, it was no more than a chore, the house by the water, condo by the shore, i'm sure, i'm all about that manure, cooler than leather and hot as velour, i'm not the one, winning is war, i'm on the front until combat is done, and i got your tongue, stomp on it once, then smile at your young they see i'm having fun, shit don't get brazy, 'til i say go brazy, run up on your haven and pop at your nasal, your baby gon take me straight down to the basement, gun to the head, she get down to the basics, no dramatization, we popping these gauges, even the neighbours gon' feel the vibrations, behind desperation, it's just in our nature, so cold-hearted, persperation turn to glaciers, ovations, better be loud and bodacious, and then imma take me a bow and be gracious, wipe the gun off with my towel, throw it in the crowd, and then take a pow at the spacious, i'm out of my mazes, i'm out of my cages, i'm out of the labels, i'm kind of escapist, i profit, i praise it, i spend it, i save it, i buy me a nation, you renting on avis, i'm in it, i sit it, i did it, you said it, you killin', you playing, i'm friendly, i'm faded, i get way to high to get through the hiatus, you look in my eyes and my pupils dilated, i'm true to my ratings, i'm glued to my statements, i just want to dive in the pool of my payments, i'm in and outrageous, i'm rippin' out pages, you runnin' your mouth, see how quick you can chase it, and then you rephrase it, we stick to invasions, the stick is malicious, equipped with a laser, the temperature blazin, attention is raising, you smell the dead once, gotta live with the fragrance, sickness is real, the meds is too tasty, death is related, happy we made it, keeping it dirty like sanford and grady, young mula baby, i'm back from the 80s, dedication, sick shit