Young Rice - TOP

Yesterday
A motherfucker was in the store
Told me
I should get a receipt
Man fuck that
First off
A compromising thought
These thots sold Reeboks
For socks with a label
Curved cocks and fucks not given
A chance
You'll get your wig split in
Like Cain and Abel
See my dance on tables
Keep my bands if able
Reaper plans to hand me
To the devil
Cause I'm not stable
Yesterday a motherfucker told me
I should get a bag
Chase the bag
Chase the bread
Man fuck that
I might conceal in the dark
Within the shadows will spark
Sealing and dealing my weapons
Like I'm putting up a
Cap in they arse
Putting a cap in they arse
Look at them out in the yard
Look at us out here on Mars
Loneliest people up top
Loneliest people up top
Got your girl giving me top
Running him up on the spot
Can't say they don't see the plot
Can you people just not see the supply
Came through the evil just pee at the cops
All of the snakes will leave you to rot
Bitch I'm a token just look at the slots
Bitch I'm just toking just look at the thoughts
These thoughts provoking
You thought I'm joking
Till I lay these darts these parts be full of them roaches
The rats they attack
Take Codeine cause it's wack
Got Promethazine in my backpack
Got Actavis in my rucksack
Bitch you got nothing to say to me
I just smoke kush and tree
That OG you cannot believe
How I be around these parts smoking
You cannot talk to me cause you be joking
I be smoking green and I be out in the ocean
Out and I'm coping with loud be taking some potions
These pills and potions man they be potent
When they take me to the land of the dead
Give me smoke
Give me perc
Let me fly
Out this earth
So what I took a shit on your porch
Imma throw it to your face
Now your face got corn
All my sidechicks gon' get a passport
So they be drug mules and I'll be a drug lord

Written by:
Alex Pham

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