The Pot

[Verse]

The missing link to the Cuban

He keep his nose to the biz, won’t get to blink with the shoe in

It’s cold, leave him fold or spill his drink when he cooling

The ones who meant most went ghost, I’ll keep it moving

Ayo, that’s a hot knife cutting through butter

You either getting shot or you shooting, one or the other

Yeah, pops attempted but my momma meant it

Had to ball hard, fresh out the locker entrance

You got to drown first, let that sink

‘Cause when you in, it smells good, the get back stinks

You see I got a warm side, my heart jet black pink

Similar to the killer who just left that clink

For a short period only, it’s serious, homie

I’ll lick a shot first, them snitchy niggas will lick the pot first

Come to think, my dog only threw me a bone

While I’ll rather hang with my lady, watch movies at home

Comfy as fuck, I would hate to bloody the Chucks

I just got them, and right now, they’re scuff-free and plush

Fuck, serious as a heart attack

They ain’t fuck with him, now here he is in the almanac

Huh, guess it ain’t over until my coffin cracks

Put away Ray Liotta, good fellas talking back

Tampered with, took his nose out and he put his hands in it

Huh, my man can’t get closer, I put my all in that

So do they, you don’t know me, I never sold you yay

No such thing as the old school way

‘Cause when the coach you praise leaves a oh few saved

His comfortability dies, now it’s really a ride

[Hook]

Ha, now tell me who hands in the pot

The sly wolf will dance on the fox

But the foxes stay sly (Stay sly, nigga)

And the wolf gon’ cry (God)

Chah, who hands in the pot

Ya, who hands in the pot

Ya, Who hands in the, yo

[Outro]

Yo

Yeah

Fucking Alchemist

Whoo

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

New Crack Era

Hell’s Roof

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RocAmeriKKKa

Yeah