lay my organs down

Lyrics

, you already know, gangsta music, you know how the gangsters do it, bangers, exlcusive, shankers and uzis, i got maine in the booth, wayne in the booth, money on my mind, that mean i'm thinking of loot, shit, ain't it the truth, money is the top prio-, "money over murder," that's the title of my bio, we cop drops like it's part of the policy, this hardbody, baby, y'all softer than wallabies, so hush puppies, let the big dogs ride, don't jump on that field when it's kickoff time, and i, fresher than the frebreeze bottle, coming at the shit full throttle, and i power ball like lotto, do it with my eyes closed, you niggas is all soft, soft shell tacos, and eyes go deeper than pot holes, for that money, bet i'm running like a snot nose, no kleenex, dark shades, v-necks, bitch, i ain't playing no recess, we reps ym, baby, that's that shit, and it's fuck the world like a nasty bitch, fuck raps, i bust caps for snaps, i fuck white, i fuck blacks, i fuck japs, now what's hap?, i make stacks, asap, i take that from the safe and i replace that, stay strapped, i stay low, stay back, the judge handing out l's like pat sajak, and i'm all about my team like an apex, my you niggas turn your seats into a playtex, yes, member of a fly society, style, i got several varieties, as a child, this guy memorized "scarface" in it's entirety, the 80s drug era inspired me, that's why i dress how i dress, walk how i walk, that's why i rep what i rep, talk how i talk, two rope chains, both of them gold, with a gloat like i just came home, flow touching the pedal in that f-5 yellow, just moving through the city like blood in the vessel, i'm a fucking professional, so intellectual, it's mr. fat stacks, my pockets got high cholesterol, i need vegetables, is weed vegetables?, i'm past commas, right now i'm seeing decimals, step to you, the opposite of my environment, out of all the dogs in the yard, i was the quietest, i had a little bark, i had a little bite, was surrounded by niggas who snap and don't think twice, to kidnap your enemies, dress them up as santa claus and drop their bodies down their mamas' chimneys, water to your kidneys, my class g like the bendz g, my truck waving and my rims speak, i got burners on my rear seat, see, i don't say too much, so if talking becomes part of the ballgame, money talk for me, yeah, my ends speak, yeah, what you expect? i'm from the hollygrove area, where we see more redskins than steve spurrier, we know the clock ticking, so we planning hurry up offense, hustling on the park bench, caution, the major bison of the boulevard, the barracuda, fighting off the fish and raw, yeah, i get around like a business car, and you can see me everywhere but the prison yard, i'm on that sissy hard, and that kush tough, weezy stay high, just look up, shook up like a can of coca-cola that fell down five flights of stairs, man, can't hide that you niggas so scared, man, ahead of my time, i'm the already-there man