Calligraphy

[Intro]

My nigga give me a few dimes

Going up the block to bag the eights up

[Verse]

Congratulations young nigga now your gun game's grown

With no respect for your elders I'ma mail y'all clones

Y'all been fighting but no change came

Mami just maintain, sick lessons from Rae, we dated in Spain

Eating good foods, he's a good dude

Word to your pops, they had a beef, Rae shot him in his twat

Wisen up shorty pull up your Evisu's Weisel

You can't make a living with no knowledge, you see Juice?

White man with regals, pull up to the crib with a fucked up joint

Fly laugh get to the point, peoples

Y'all get to here what I say

I'm the invincible to y'all non-lynchable is Rae

Just give me my paper I'ma meet Shaq in Jamaica

And close down the Bally store, them bricks made me wake up

The police they swore when they catch me they would snatch me

And bury me alive with some old dough exactly

Stocks and kangos quit fucking around, don't slip

Sparking every leaf, I slang those mangos

Bag of zigs mind your business, while establish my businesses

All I get is money flying them sixes, uhh

My blood pressure off the meat rack, come to the lab check the heat rack

A few silencers, fours, my doors they swing like whores in London

Stertchpants and stripes, strangling jaws

Dick sucks on weekends, smoke cheeba in the beacon

You know my nigga Keyon and leak friend?

Slick talk this weed [?]

The hardest wool legged and sheep skins