Scypher - Street Rules

Ay
It's that rasta colored grinder on my dresser
Look inside it's holding heavy pressure
Smoke that shit you never had no fresher
Every night I come home and it give me pleasure
Yeah I smoke a fucking pound yeah when I roll around yeah
I been calling for the hounds we'll put you in the ground yeah
Shit ain't out of bounds this is street rules
I been saving money like the Hebrews
You think I'm fucking sharing this ain't preschool
Yeah the ops is making rounds yeah just be cool
Yeah your bitch is in my bed her panties see-through
I been in and out of town these bitches need to
I been with this I been with that
Hear you talk just shut your trap
If I want it then gimmie that
If I want it then gimmie that
I been stacking them paper racks
I been making them money bags
I done fronted bro for the half motherfucker still ain't pay me back
It's that rasta colored grinder on my dresser
Look inside it's holding heavy pressure
Smoke that shit you never had no fresher
Every night I come home and it give me pleasure
Ay I just keep jumping the track I keep on running it back
I take it and give it right back then I will give you a smack
I know that you bumping this track
The feeling was gone now it's gonna come back
You thought that I never could rap
Now I got the whole game on my back
Eeny meeny miney moe grab that lil bitch by her toe
If she hollar slit her throat now that bitch can't cry no more
Eeny meeny miney moe shoot that sucka in his dome
If the cops show up get gone throw that blicky in a hole

Written by:
Samuel Cyphers

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