410 AKA - Relax

I be smoking on that gas
Thats the way i relax
I love the 38
But i gotta thang for that mack
In the back watxhing the mack
With yo bitch.in my lap
She sucking on me
Plus the heat thats in my lap

What should i call myself beside dope,I dont know
I went hard for while
You already know
I had the game inside my hands I wasnt ready thou
Niggas hear it try to imulate But they never could
I am it was born ill
Plus a nigga from the ill
I treat you all like jazz
And dig im uncle phil
Fresher then prince but in theseCarlton fucking polos
And i dont do the photos
You take one i might throw 4
My lady said im loco
I questioned like hard em i
My Mind is in the clouds so when I think i cause storms
Brain on attack im automatic With the automatic
And I down for whats popping Dont me call if aint popping
I put that on my partmers
I promise youll have problem
Im ah renergade honest I be where the money at
Shawty gave me dumb head I beat her she my drum snare
Fucked her with her painties on I still had my chain and my timbs on

Good morning students class in session grab your pads
I'm the greatest Muhammad all in my head
I give you life but these niggas wishing me dead
Pardon my flow Its very rude and I don't care
I be around you just don't see me Like a ghost
Hammer close lil daddy please don't the most
I run with shooters who a shoot ya 4 a loaf
I play the corners in the summer with the snow
I keep the heat in the winter you better know
I'm low key but get higher than all stars
Pocket rocket in pants
I'll put yo ass on mars boy I make this here look easy
Fresh as fuck in these new yezzys
I'm the truth bumping beanie inside stu
Before I go numb I call that motivation
Hang wiTh dreads like
Like Jamaicans
And cut up on a beat just like a fucking Haitian ay

Written by:
Derrick Palmer

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