Dj MasterDutch - Catwalk

I got my pen on my pad and i'm sittin back jottin memories
Moving tree finer than what you find in dispensaries
Cuffed up dreams because the law was a threat to me
But at sixteen, I felt no fear for the penalties
I never seen a faster way to bring cream
A couple muthafuckas made themselves my enemies
Tried to set me up and they tried to stick me for to many things
It got me hella mad that I almost sent they ass to heaven, G
Close to felonies but never gave a fuck
Been hustler from the roots I can sell anything I touch
The blunts burn slow, deliver blows hittin like a punch
Got em so stunned they comin back for another one
I then begun pushin something that was stronger then smoke
See when I graduated school I graduated to blow
To put it simple, I started with a zip lock
And by the end of the month I landed on a brick wall
Lips got stitched off I never sold to clowns
Ridin round swoopin on pounds from outta town
Wanna try it out? That's the typa shit that you be lying bout
I know that typa time would scare you straight and turn yo life around
We underground growing plants that are six feet
We split keys, tote beams, and sold on the streets
But see that's all in my passed
Now I be scratchin a pad whenever i'm writing the raps
Spinnin the decks and i'm cashin the checks
Anytime that I needa go bring in a bag
My packs got snatched fast when they was on the market
Too hard to stop it with my head up in my pockets
The bargain was too good and couldn't nobody turn it down
Well, not the fiends at least; I pushed the purest coke they ever found
I'm from a town where the police can be outgunned
Blocks can get spun and even kids poses guns
It's pretty crazy if you do it enough
Yo, I don't even trim my tree, my ladies do it for fun
I create my own luck like I play the game rigged
Get ya whole gang lynched, I be the dealer that you can't stick
One call to place hits, my men don't behave bitch
I know a couple hittas who've killed and then they became rich
And for me? It was quick to make a fortune
A young fat kid who moved packs like Nate Norman
You couldn't tell me nothing and the risk didn't startle me
Cuz honestly I probably sold more drugs than a pharmacy
I learned the ways quick cause they wanted me to bank checks
Focused on the ends and I ain't have no time to make friends
I set flame on any punk tryna claim sets
And only making crumbs while they team breaks bread
See that could never be me, my whole crew is known to bring dough
It's like the money's calling anytime I hear the ringtones
I put it aside I was tucking nines in my jeans bro
There too many cops, but I won't get caught up in these streets tho

Written by:
Jaime Cerna

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