Charles Hussle - Childhood Narcotics (feat. NLS Ron)
At my cousin house who trap
Wrapping boys in a brick
Had a dog on my lap
That's really bitches on my dick
Pocket checking niggas in here
Like I'm looking for my cigs
It's hard to maintain in the city that we live
Burgh boy for the moment
If you hold it
Better tote it
Hitting licks with no rounds
Niggas kill me if they notice
Everybody fiends around here
Everybody fiends around here
So stay focused
I'm from a place where they'll foul you in the bonus
And talent don't mean nothin if you silent in the moment
They like my fabric and
Style and then promote it
But couldn't slide a mile if they had to gear up and tote it
Havin battles wit the opps and emotions
Jumped on the horse started copping up on Trojans
It's sick world but I just got the drop on the potion
I'm really out to kill you niggas promise that's the plan
I'll prolly vote for Trumo
Jump the line
And join the Klan
Then show up in your dreams like the fucking boogeyman
A black mask
Your black ass
Will never sleep again
Leonidas if I'm riding super deep in sprinter vans
300 how I'm coming
Bust a move if you want something
Knock a nigga for his jewels
Crash dummy crash bank
Warp a word how I want it
Don't press
I'm steady flaunting
Call it quits
But you calling
I'm forever in the zone like a strike
Baby
You can call
Baby
If you need maybe
But I ain't got nothing
Ducking head shots it's feelin like I need to stretch
Or do yoga
Or start comin at niggas necks
This fuckin breads hot but these stacks can't fit in a fishing net
I only got one request just stop wit the disrespect
You either live in color or NLS
You either ride for your brothers or face ya death
I was always told to be mindful of wasting breathe
And my energy was so precious see power in every step
Tossing turning for hours but never slept
Havin nightmares bout goin to finals and getting swept
Ashtray bout everything found but cigarettes
Cemeteries full of dreams I promised I wasn't next
I be drinking like my Daddy
I be stressing like my Momma
Sinning like my brother
I be tripping like my cousin
Sniffing like my auntie
I be smoking like my uncle
Fuck up like my sister
Auntie Cloe she know I miss her
Uncle Levert watching over
Grandpa Fred sending blesses
Jesse sending kisses
Nigga Chris sending bitches
Bookie sending roses
I'm too tired of the motions
Put a price on a life
Man tell me the amount
Cause I'll stack it and I'll bag it
Ten on top and that's on strength
Lost so many I can't count
So many I can't name
But on God you ain't dead
Cause everyday I speak your name
But it's hard to stay afloat
When you carry everything
See you sooner than you know
Cause this world is closing in
And I can barely stand no more
You sell crack to the kids
Just promise me that it's quality
You selling crack to the kids
Make sure it's quality
Got the whole block locked in
It's monopoly
You selling crack to the kids
Make sure it's quality
Got the whole block locked in
It's monopoly
You selling crack to the kids
Make sure it's quality
I'm the best out now
They don't acknowledge me
I could father so many niggas
What he meant to say is that we out
My apologies
Written by:
Jonathan Ray, Ronald Brown
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