Play With Something Safe

[Intro] [Verse 1: Jimmie D] Even though prices were up, I stay open [?] postage Good pals with the postman No chain on my chest though they chain smoking Save and invest until the chain's broken Trying to fix it with fixes like it ain't broken Set 'em up, wet 'em up like the rain soaked 'em Overtook 'em 'cause the lane's open By the same token, you'll never have the same motion You have ties to the swine, we ain't the same, brother Kiss your mother with that mouth, you a lame sucker Can't believe it ain't butter, but it's way better Whip the batter like a little bastard Came fast but I need it faster Shotgun, tarp and a rope, not a happy camper School of hard knocks the album [?] Pass it off like a hot potato Always kept a job that was extra paper Instead of scraping by, we took the pots and scraped it [?] safe place Stoneface trying to save face Wish this shit was made up, uh [Hook] [?] like a truth [?] Had a nigga shoot for him Time winding down like a [?] I ain't got no time for your forums [Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain] When I go meet [?] with the bag, yo His English is broken but he understands you Taco meat [?] open toe sandals Said he likes me but he'd murder me if he has to I don't take it personal, it's just business Cartel killers care less if you make 'em a million Most niggas would've heard that, would've been in their feelings But I'm ready and willing for the love of drug dealing Pillow talking got him twenty-five years They threatened him with time and said they'd take away the kids I was in the [?] room on some Game of Throne shit Sharpened up [?] library books like a vest The rest of my life I gotta look over my shoulder Paranoid 'cause I might get dumped from someone in my circle Black [?] shrimp cocktail sauce, take a dip Silverado, 1500 lift kit Family matters 'til [?] being a witness Testifying about Urkel being my chemist Bent over backwards for 'em like a gymnast [?] paid by no never mind Dollar signs made 'em colorblind Too [?] to see the signs and I ain't kidding I'm shooting with my left hand tryna find my rhythm Whipping with my right hand making sure the work's sticking Like Thanksgiving with the turkey and all the fixings [Hook] [?] like a truth [?] Had a nigga shoot for him Time winding down like a [?] I ain't got no time for your forums [Verse 3: Ab Liva] Family matters, family members let me down Family dinners awkward 'cause my shooters always parked up near the condo Family [?] We break bread as the bodies being chopped up When it's ordered like it's Starbucks, the coldest weather Since the soldier public enemy number one The numbers on my gun are filed down like a pimp's nails, nigga I was in the trenches, hand on my trigger When I was seventeen, head of steam Hundred miles and running going the wrong way [?] and my young cousin Dude was outside wilding like it's Brooklyn Zoo This was [?] of the brown Dickies And the beef and broccoli Timbs was on the pavement I was bravehearting the payment [?] blood I took an oath and it was sacred as love, we cavemen I been tapped in like a wrestler, I'm a hustler I'm a brick layer money getter [?] money spender I got a pretty [?] money bender She's a hopeless dreamer Fuck it, I'm a [?] Money factored in, eighteen wheeler tracked it in Maybach back to back again I got the strap again, accompanied by the mask again It's Sean Paul, give me all the light that I been basking in Cartel trafficking, streets moving fast again The past, present, future, said he has to win Crown me, nigga