Loonie Tune "Tha Goon" - Cream of the Crop

Getting blowed when the Lac creep
Screens fold watch them glow from the back seat
Money grows in Beast Mode so I can't sleep
I be on the road counting dough with a bad freak
From a city where they gritty like the Grove
Got a committee boys envy so we quick to let them know
Anybody can get it don't just spit it at a show
Be a witness how I live it because I'm gifted like a pro
Funky Town my city I get plenty I'm in grind mode
Gritty over pennies so that pity don't got time for
Pull dimes with my eyes closed or even wrapped in blind folds
I rather keep my mind on this cash while I rhyme flows
Like the heater with the beam I'm on top
Got everybody looking like some fiends on the block
Too busy causing attention when seen on the drop
You know I want stop because I'm the Ccream of the Crop
Chill out Man
Don't key my car ya heard
Yeah
It aint hard to tell I'm grinding
Look at my statue I'm a product of my environment
Since grade school had them chics on consignment
The ones that I confined in was doing my assignments
Yeah, wasn't nothing like them other kids
Not a bully, but I was the wrong one to fuck with
Been down too long and I want quit
Got to stack it on up before the storm hits
On a mission big pimping you know I'm headlining
Didn't just start to glisten listen I been shining
Feel in deep depression when my nigga Reese died
Last time we spoke he was thugging on the Eastside
Trying to make it to the top where I'm suppose to be
Remember baging up them damn grams like groceries
Clostrophobic, don't like you folk close to me
Unless I'm in heat then I'm digging in her ovaries
Vibing
R-I-P Reese
Loonie Tune
Loonie Bin Production
I'm out
Go

Written by:
Kevin Washington

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