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(Yeah) I sip high tech
I don't need no rest
They know I ball
I don't need no scale

Yeah, fell in love with tools
If they play we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
I pull up Hell Cat tryna leave these demons, yeah
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio I'm back countin' Jacksons

My hood like wide hips you can't pull up on this side
We been jumping gates, run from narcs I don't get tired
My Chevy's ain't got no links but somehow we got mob ties
Cartier's I can't see but the coupe came with frog eyes

When the lights off my mouth hit colors
Ain't nothing for me to leave a bitch on red
Inside of the coupe peanut butter
I still will never give a bitch no bread
From the trap to a entertainer
Still I get em touched for what he said
In the hood serving undercovers
How else is we gon get fed
I'm picky with all these bitches
Like I dig in they nose they know how it goes
My last name ain't Jenkins they heard
I'm having all the bowls and they tryna score
Make money from music and trapping
Like DJ and roach I call it Hustle and Flow
I'm a don in my city 'cause I want it more (I want it more yeah)

I sip high tech
I don't need no rest
They know I ball
I don't need no scale

Yeah, fell in love with tools
If they play we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
I pull up Hell Cat tryna leave these demons, yeah
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio I'm back countin' Jacksons

My hood like wide hips you can't pull up on this side
We been jumping gates, run from narcs I don't get tired
My Chevy's ain't got no links but somehow we got mob ties
Cartier's I can't see but the coupe came with frog eyes

I'm the modern day Loc dawg
'Cause I keep extensions like guess how I did this
They call me Kee'vin man
And I been throwing dick and all these bitches receiving
September baby I was born in the fall
so bitch is you staying or leaving?
We argue 'cause you wanna fuck in the morning
I wanna fuck in the evening
My dick better than Heroine
I inject in her body and I leave her fiendin'
See a app we don't dare run
we'll put em on Fox call him Willie Beamon
Clip taller than Megatron
hit em with a bullet now he out for the season
Lil' nigga don't give me a reason (yeah)

I sip high tech
I don't need no rest
They know I ball
I don't need no scale

Yeah, fell in love with tools
If they play we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
I pull up Hell Cat tryna leave these demons, yeah
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio I'm back countin' Jacksons

My hood like wide hips you can't pull up on this side
We been jumping gates, run from narcs I don't get tired
My Chevy's ain't got no links but somehow we got mob ties
Cartier's I can't see but the coupe came with frog eyes

Written by:
Kee'vin Lewis, Kobe Crawford

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