TomFoolery

[Intro: Teller Bank$] Yeah, ayy Yeah, ayy [Verse 1: Teller Bank$] If the pack good, then the trap good, that's all we need Niggas act wrong, make a Backwood out his family tree Niggas really mad at themselves, act like they mad at me I was makin' all of them sales, probably did a P a week Breakin' down eighths on a scale, baggin' up to the beat Niggas swear they know me well, they ain't never seein' me Niggas swear they doin' well, they don't see a G a week Never seen them boys with a meal, I ain't never seen 'em eat Niggas always runnin' 'round mad, lookin' for a beef Silly me, I was on thе ave lookin' for a freak Ain't 'bout what I'm gon' do for a bitch, what she gon' do for mе? When I got bread, made it spread, no charcuterie Ain't no details to this affair, this just with you and me The game we playin' never been fair, it led to eulogies My OG kept that tommy gun, no tomfoolery Ain't a killer bone in your body, boy, you ain't foolin' me Ain't nothin' new to me, I been here least two or three To ensure loyalty, made sure that all my shooters eat How pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity It is what it is, I did what I could for them, this for you and me Yeah, this for me and mines, you don't see the signs? You don't see the sickness? We inside Cedars-Sinai You don't see the lies? Drinkin' water, needin' iodine All these idle minds tryna dim this lil' light of mine, I'ma let it shine Pull up with that rocket launcher like I'm RondoNumbaNine Brothers dyin', mothers cryin' Just a sick cycle of violence, inspirin' Generation that's hardwired for, yo See the sirens, hear the silence Ain't no sympathy for us They playin' tiny violins at the sentencin' for us They killin' babies in the school, but tryna outlaw abortion Pay more attention to the borders, buildin' bombs more important I seen the lies get r— I seen the lies get reported, uh, yo I seen the truth get distorted Yo, ayy Yeah Yo [Chorus: Teller Bank$] But if the pack good, then the trap good, that's all we need Niggas act wrong, make a Backwood out his family tree Niggas really mad at themselves, act like they mad at me, yeah Yeah, ayy If the pack good, then the trap good, that's all we need Niggas act wrong, make a Backwood out his family tree Niggas really mad at themselves, act like they mad at me Yeah [Verse 2: Ghais Guevara] Look, and if I rap good, then Black hoods is what we feed Goin' stupid with that tommy, call that— (You get the idea) Just 'cause a nigga would, don't mean he should, repercussions Shooters know my first name, them bullets cheaper by the dozen Coach had a team of Marvin Harrisons Hot streaks on the field and on the ville Pros on the glass, Rasheed Wallace, got his skills All that they require, keep it solid, keep it real I hit the bank teller with Teller Bank$, every verse cash money Know we really gutter-minded like we rap for Cash Money And they steady jeopardizin' our plans for fast money What you expect from broke niggas that's stingy with gas money? Twelve-year-old dropouts that's runnin' my task for me Tryna level up the spots, but they ain't gotta answer to me On them days of impatience when the sky's not sunny Best expect another tale of a failed crash dummy Sad stories