Southside Wholigans - Tape 02

I got too much my mind lately I'm trynna keep it leveled
Fakes be coming out like poppy seeds I'm tucking metal
I charge a fee no killing spree without the medal let's get that settled
I like to burn the paper on greener trees from out the ghetto
I got too much my mind lately I'm trynna keep it leveled
Fakes be coming out like poppy seeds I'm tucking metal
I charge a fee no killing spree without the medal let's get that settled
I like to burn the paper on greener trees from out the ghetto
Too much on mind yeah I got a lot to lose
Too much of the shine but it glimpses over you
Chasing on that pride and I know it's killing you
I ain't choosing sides I just keep a reticle
On your noggin I'm a dog when
You ain't have the full deposit
These skeletons in the closet make me feel demonic
I'm that one man army leave you one arm crawling
The premonition so appalling and I ain't sorry
All my days numbered
So I cut my ties like it's lumber
My mind troubled since boy wonder Although I do wonder
What happened to all the war mongers now the war among us is in plain sight
Don't lose light cause in the dark you'll go blind
Trust your minds eye and maybe then you'll find why
I got too much my mind lately I'm trynna keep it leveled
Fakes be coming out like poppy seeds I'm tucking metal
I charge a fee no killing spree without the medal let's get that settled
I like to burn the paper on greener trees from out the ghetto
I got too much my mind lately I'm trynna keep it leveled
Fakes be coming out like poppy seeds I'm tucking metal
I charge a fee no killing spree without the medal let's get that settled
I like to burn the paper on greener trees from out the ghetto
Yea I'm insane when I'm sniffing off the cane
Travel through the verse I'm a conquer call me Kang
Yea I got a method when I'm bringing out the pain
Boutta lose it all cause you this a game
Stuck on the past I ain't talking window pane
Throwing up shots then we downing them again
Take a couple puffs of the stuff for the brain
Wanna bad bitch but they looking the same
Business started booming now they wanna be in it
I don't mean no offense but If I started then I finish
I ain't talking bout no pride I just know that we different
We about to get it all and we ain't leaning on no Pippen
Pull up to the spot yea treat me like a narcotics
City bitches different I didn't grow up in the Fargo
Grew up in the ghetto where we had to get the cargo
Grew up in the ghetto where we had to get that cargo

Written by:
Andrew Rico, Francisco Rico

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