EBK Kev - Top Stockton

Ayo, bless them ears, DeNiro

Hard body, almighty type of time I'm on
When I was down bad and called, you, you ain't pick up the phone
I'm the type to forgive but not forget, cause that shit set in stone

I got some loved ones that dead, and I know they forever gone
I'm keeping the same pace, no matter how the fuck I'm moving
Know them boys moving different, cause they got tired of fucking losing
Remove myself from the situation, if the outcome of it choosing

I dropped a perc inside they cups for all them niggas that was snoozing
You can't even make the re-up, how the fuck you touching pros
Looking for the lowest ticket, cause I'm splitting it with the bros
Don't ask me for my opinion, cause I'm a say these niggas hoes

All I did was crack a joke, and now she coming out her clothes
My dream car is a track hawk, I don't even want no rolls
Heard you lost all your motion, you ain't wanna play your role
Boy, you crazy than the bitch, if you ain't think I brought my pole

Whoever made that backdoe shit a thing, your ass is bold
Keep my mind focused on that paper, y'all can keep the other shit
Let's see if he the same gangsta when he go put down his blick
Every time that we record, all we putting out is hits

We got tint on all the cars, so we can check out all the whips
I ain't fucking with that fraud, but dawg say bring him all the slips
I can tell that this shit funky, I ain't even got a sniff
I smell pussy in the air, and I ain't even took a whiff

If your dawg jump off first, it's you jumping off the cliff
Don't give a fuck what's in the way, cause we gon' jump past every obstacle
Boy, the numbers that I put up, you can say it's astronomical
I been fucking with that za cuz, you can see it in my follicles

Real nigga blood flowing in my veins and my molecules
I done told them, keep on thinking I'm not the one, and I'm gon' pop you
Heard I made some niggas mad when I found out they had dropped you
Tried to paint the wrong image, on me and I had the crop em

You need somebody in your corners at all times, that's gon' stop you
You don't know the code of conduct, ain't nobody ever taught you
Give my dawg the word, and he gon' probably be the one who hawk you
He had your lo for like a week, and every day I had him stalk you

I'm running plays at the point, like my last name was Stockton

Written by:
kevin saxton

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