Drug Plots

[Sample]: Please where have you gone? Won't you please bring your fine self home? Bring your fine self home

[Verse 1: Method Man]

We ain’t nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide

This is what it's come to, I ain't scared to die

You gets ones? I gets ones too

Call it how you want to, just know that when I come through

All I want is mines

On this track, all I want is rhymes

Air it out, Air Jordan in his prime

Or should I keep it humble?

Silverback gorilla in the jungle

Or do it like the Sun do

All I do is shine

Like a clock or a convict, all I know is time

Drop some coke in my notebook, like all I know is lines 16's with no hook, every pass is no look

Real talk, I'm no crook

But all I know is crime

Meth Man, I still got it

And I don't care how many times you recycle a rhyme It's still garbage (Trash)

This ain't a threat, this a real promise

And I ain't father them twins I keep it real modest

[Verse 2: Termanology]

Ayo live from the drug spot

Middle finger to your face if you love cops

We makin' these drug plots

Go ahead pussy go and say my name

Two M's over your head like a Maybach chain (M-M-Maybach Music)

And the M is for millimeter rap jeeter

Pack heater chop a key up wit' your boy

Kick [?] serious Whip game serious

You serious as Iggy Azalea as a lyricist

I'm just here savin' this rap shit

I'm 'bout to dig Pac back up out of the casket

Thug life, bandana wipin' the finger prints

Gun so big I gotta hide it in the pyramids

My [?] drive filled with hella high ladies takin' jello shots til they drop

Drivin' round bumpin' that new shit Term Meth Deadeye [?]

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]

The love gone cause the hate strong welcome to hell

You can wild for the night just don't step for my 12's

Test Deck best request help

You know that ass whoopin' comin' like momma said to fetch the belt

I'm ghost pepper that's spicy hot

I do it for life, you do it for the likes from an IG thot

Like it or not, my price not likely to drop

Talk cash I'm at the buzzer like a Kyrie shot

You know the name, my dope tracks give em swollen veins

Super bowling green bay this is cold gain

The code is the same, the bullets got no name

Drug plots low down and dirty but there's no shame

We gon' make it or take it you just face it, embrace it

I'm the favorite it's basic

Cradle to the grave wit' it lay wit' it like it's my main bitch

Everyday claimin' the same shit