Kicked

Lyrics

This for my homies who trapped in castles Who gotta max out the statues Takin' rice from chow just to cook back with a mackerel My celly got some deuce that he snuck back from the chapel Play the wall, it's too hard to look back when you shackled Box on my wrist, hardly had a chance Coppin' in and wild with it, charge you by the gram Duckin' crown vixen pilers in the chargers in the vans Lawyers on retainer, rumblin' the chargers in advance If I call and say we good, it's cause I got it in my hands If it's rockin' for the fam shit, I'll rock you and your fam Won't do no out-of-pocket shit again, I keep it a thousand like When we back the block up into grams and we put it on the porches Back to the spots, crack in my socks when I'm puttin' on my forces Barricade a trap spot, turn it to a fortress Started with a cup, and I turn it to a forklift Bro on his fourth pick, he on some immature shit Only thing he's tryin' to do is stab you like a swordfish There's three types of people in this world, kids The killers, the ones that get killed, and the ones who just record it I'm up, but I can't afford to get my door kicked Nickel-plated I'm up, but I can't afford to get my door kicked