The Pot

[Verse] The missing link to the Cuban He keep his nose to the biz, won’t get to blink with the shoe in It’s cold, leave him fold or spill his drink when he cooling The ones who meant most went ghost, I’ll keep it moving Ayo, that’s a hot knife cutting through butter You either getting shot or you shooting, one or the other Yeah, pops attempted but my momma meant it Had to ball hard, fresh out the locker entrance You got to drown first, let that sink ‘Cause when you in, it smells good, the get back stinks You see I got a warm side, my heart jet black pink Similar to the killer who just left that clink For a short period only, it’s serious, homie I’ll lick a shot first, them snitchy niggas will lick the pot first Come to think, my dog only threw me a bone While I’ll rather hang with my lady, watch movies at home Comfy as fuck, I would hate to bloody the Chucks I just got them, and right now, they’re scuff-free and plush Fuck, serious as a heart attack They ain’t fuck with him, now here he is in the almanac Huh, guess it ain’t over until my coffin cracks Put away Ray Liotta, good fellas talking back Tampered with, took his nose out and he put his hands in it Huh, my man can’t get closer, I put my all in that So do they, you don’t know me, I never sold you yay No such thing as the old school way ‘Cause when the coach you praise leaves a oh few saved His comfortability dies, now it’s really a ride [Hook] Ha, now tell me who hands in the pot The sly wolf will dance on the fox But the foxes stay sly (Stay sly, nigga) And the wolf gon’ cry (God) Chah, who hands in the pot Ya, who hands in the pot Ya, Who hands in the, yo [Outro] Yo Yeah Fucking Alchemist Whoo Ha ha ha ha ha ha New Crack Era Hell’s Roof [?] RocAmeriKKKa Yeah