Stogie Loggy - Pulp Fiction

Look
N*ggas be doing too much
Plotting & planning, we do it over lunch
Lobster & steak
Thicc in this bitch like the mob in this place
Audible routes & I’m Moss on the play
Ima boss in his hay
Don’t get tossed in the bay
Crossing em out
Bring the cautioning tape
Not my fault this is fate
What it cost is a K
Audible dope
Get it off me today
I be moving that weight
Like I’m hitting the gym
When I say it’s a plate
Bitch I mean it’s a pack
When I’m trying to stay in shape
This is how I get it in
By any means, bitch it’s in my genes
This is authentic
I don’t even write
N*gga god send it
I just spit the message
Master ceremonies
Now my craft perfected
They can never hold me
Like my grandma told me
Never need nobody
All I know is win
Like I’m Ricky Bobby
I’m my own best friend
I don’t trust nobody
Man this ain’t a hobby
Sharping all my swords
I’m prepared for war against everybody
Let em me try me really & it’s D2A
That’s Death 2 All getting in my way
Cover eyes and ears
Don’t apologize about the shit I say


I don’t hear hate & don’t hear bullshit
24/8, how I do my thing (Kobe)
Don’t make excuses , mutha fuck losing
All I do is grind, they gone know my name (y’all know me)
Oceanside views
Calculate moves
Started with a vision & I made it come true
I’ma bad muthafucka like Pulp fiction
Bad muthafucka like Pulp fiction


Is what it is
Thizz what it is
Bumping Mac Dre & I’m dipped in the whip
Me & bitch
Twist up in the cut
Big dawg Stogie
Bitch ima mut
Chasing a bag
I’m not fallen in love
She chase after me
Cause she fallen for drugs
Money & powder
Puffin on sour
Black chino pants & my hoodie is dusk
Marketing plays, ima the put the fees up
On my own marathon, try to keep up
Paper ink’d up, body ink’d up
Heart on my sleeve, man that shit be some plush
Shawty like Disney, that head be A Plus (A+)
Weed got me slow like this shit was some tuss
Grinding & hustling, I’m right on the cusp
I go hard in the paint like I’m Kobe or Russ
I’m Cali born, I’m a Cali native
Im from California
I’m west side baby
I’m from Oceanside, where the damaged raised me
Ima red rose from the sandy pavement
I’m on saturn’s rings, with my feet dangling
Got a new whip & the key ain’t jangling
Cause let the key is keyless
I’m not in my feelings
Cause I’m in my pockets
If you wanna talk, ima need payment


I don’t hear hate & don’t hear bullshit
24/8, how I do my thing (Kobe)
Don’t make excuses, mutha fuck losing
All I do is grind, they gone know my name (Sweez)
Oceanside views
Calculate moves
Started with a vision & I made it come true
I’ma bad muthafucka like Pulp fiction
Bad muthafucka like Pulp fiction


Ugh
I’m back in this bitch
Like my n*gga Stogie
Brought the Mac in this bitch
Ugh
I brought the pack in this bitch
But it’s personals only
No passing this shit
You roll your own
You smoke your own
You outta ganja than you on your own
Zip up an ounce & then I’m in the zone
Numbers to count, n*gga I gotta go
You know what it’s about n*gga
I’m on the road
New night, new show
This the life we choose
& the risk we take
Gotta keep it authentic
Ain’t no room for the fake
Ain’t no room on my plate
If you ain’t from Stay Creased or D2A
Better keep up your pace
Oceanside n*ggas been running this race
I’m just an irie n*gga, from the west coast
In Jamaica, puffin on the best smoke
From the west side, like it’s death row
Playing chess, you don’t want to get checked bro
Promised myself that I’d never slip
Used to ride with P’s stuffed in the whip
Gas, Break, then I dip
Even back then this n*ggas couldn’t fuck with this


Sweezy

D2A

Soul Rich

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