Aktion

[Intro]

Cha

[Verse 1]

Dollar bin residue

If I should do better, then my crew doin' better too

Your troop's incredible

Bite down through, my juice is impeccable

It's a Westwood sweepstakes

Took her 'round shopping on Third Street, the pumps fake

Pump brakes on the gas

The gas, so high you lag, can't see straight

Don't stunt my mood

Tan skin leather, aboriginal groove

The conclude, you screw, I move, you move

It's a breakdown, mortal shakedown

Have a heart to heart to allude

You lose in this region of parts unknown

Flights we flown to parts unknown to foes that season

Send a postcard back from Arrakis

True style of access

Love food for thought, uh, malpractice

Toothless bastard, out the loop like a backspin

Make flips with my New York negritos

The mane incognito

The mane got rep from Poland to Del Rio

It's true though

[Verse 2]

Cha, keep it true, my chune

We stunt way tall through the worst typhoons

I brought the harp out to play my blues

So deep that you done left bruised

That's the real street music

We thrash in the middle of mash and dance to it

Ace boon coon, the block got a lot curfew

Run on home close when you feeling alone

Meet me off [?], at the intersection

By Debby and Brewster

My niggas out in Frayser on the porch with shooters

Use more caution

Your tape get cut, you move with few options

By the 260, scheming

Watch it all go by, maybe I'm dreaming

It's true though

True