Organic Poly Seeds

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy] Spitting poly seeds, breaking down Dutchies in the backseat I don't even smoke now, but rolling up relax me Had to slow it down, I think a nigga was like 26 (No more smoking) Always had hoes, but 'round that time I said let's break a pimp You ever been to [?]? It's more than just a hoe track Met some real partners, [?] show me where the door at 'Cause I was in the streets doing bad and making no cash You better catch on, bitch, I ain't fucking with your slow ass Stable on point, every night I'm checking four racks What happened to the good days? All I meet is renegades Don't stop now, through stand ups, I'm tryna get these bands up Yeah, why these bitches never have fun? Yeah, man, this shit is getting sad, blood Niggas out here tryna disrespect the game Been doing this too long for a bitch to disrespect my name The thing I did it for, a watch and a gold chain [Verse 2: Larry June] On my way to San Leandro to get my wrap re-hit I got a bitch around the corner, I might chill for a minute A lil' spot out east, I be feeding my fishes Whole lot of real ism is what I'm feeding these bitches Made my first ten bands and I ain't went broke since From the Bay to Costa Mesa to by the airport in Philly My little bonsai tree match the lights in the kitchen Suede ceilings in the beamer, got them all in they feelings Stop by the Whole Foods before I hit up Stinson Now it's fruits on the sand and no phone reception Man, I should've brought my bike, damn, I'm tripping Doing cardio with the bitch, then back on the mission I'm the type that make sure the bills paid on time You ain't gotta do much but go and get this guap The way you rock that YSL clutch, I like it a lot But it ain't 'bout the bag, what you got inside, bitch? [Outro: Larry June] Sock it to me Yes lord What's happenin'? What's happenin'? What's happenin'?