Android No. 23 - Fair Trade (feat. Vlad)
This that yellow pad with the blue linesBlowing the smoke off the roof with two nines
Black ink on that pad, mink made of two lions
My nigga working at Food Lion
Imma have to put him in a new Scion
I done got so good at noose-tying
Man, you goose stepping
But i'm all inside the V like a goose flying
Imma be eating my food, frying with some new items
I been on the phone with a few clients
Talking bout the order, it be on the way
No delay, moving like odelay
Giving thanks, cornucopia on display
Man they mortified, homie just caught a case, got the camera angle on First 48 (48)
Keeping it gritty and grimey
Don't need no niggas behind me
Niggas be needing to listen
Niggas be getting offended
Man It's me and X in it only
We standing on they neck, going full effect with the flex till they know me
I just got a text from the homie
Saying that she stressed, I give her my best, but I must confess, she don't know me
And most of my niggas gon miss me
Man, I promise, I'm leaving the city
Cuz I'm ready for that overseas, back in them states then back over East
Back to that basement on Mosher Street
Where them old flings kept phoning me
It's marvelous, all of this shit is so marvelous
It's marvelous, all of this shit is so marvelous
It's marvelous, all of this shit is so marvelous
Aye, These niggas asking too many questions
These niggas need to fall back and just count they blessings
These niggas, these niggas, these niggas cannot match up, no question!
Vlad went ahead and did the worst
Took the beat and put it in a coffin then he took that bitch to church
Went and gave the eulogy and put it in a hearse
Then he took it to the cemetery, put it in the dirt
Unnecessary, lengths you gotta go to be legendary
I ain't tryna be a fuckin secretary, that's extra scary
If you take offense, that's discretionary
I'm aiming for the fence like the best of Barry Bonds, word is bond, that's respect I carry
Said it then I meant it and it's customary, I'm a real ass nigga
I know a few that be cool, cold like the flu, smoke away my blues, sold me like two
Write up these raps and I grow with my crew, after I grow with my crew
Merch getting sold like some shoes, hitting these shows with my dudes, dodging these hoes at my school
They don't know what I been through, stoned like a fool
That's the life I'm living, get used to that
Tall, dumb, cruddy fade, stupid ass
Cocky ass nigga, always used to brag
Funny ass nigga, with the stupid laugh
Lose the smile, move the cash
Moves with, do the math
Broke the bong, so imma use the zags
Written by:
Dezimond Fisher Jr, Ugonna Anyadike
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