C.V.S.

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample] [Verse 1] Check it I learned from the old heads Invest the overhead Don't let what was said Go over your head Don't go and bet the whole loaf of bread So many soldiers bled It left the ocean red Open your head Brain matter fell on your Pro-Keds Broker deals with the cokeheads It came when the culture was dead I shocked the game with volts It rose from the bed Frankenstein with the bolts in the neck I'm approaching the home stretch I only took a break to give the stove a rest I'm back in the kitchen I'm scratching the itch ?What's on his wrist? ?Half a chicken? It's already clicking Nit-picking Good shit Like listening to some air conditioning This is frigid So many niggas switch It's slim pickins ?You better had to flip? To get a different template I'm hot tempered To get away from pigs as children We hopped the fences To the project benches The blocks was hot We was sprintin Could've tried out for the Olympics, but I didn't Took a hit, got knocked, but pops was ?dented? Locked in prison on the block Where White Suprem'ists rock swastikas Even though the odds was against us God was with us This a dirty job To wash the garbage niggas I'm a target hitta You a mark Just like them old Seagal pictures Just for talking shit I'm taking all your bitches [Interlude] [Verse 2] 187s, felons, 'caine-sellers Back when 'caine was selling Had the big chain with the name embedded Made some bread and My ladies aided and abetted The Mercedes ain't rented Bitch I was saving up to get it This some bucket list shit [?] just run a couple tickets Cut some denim to tuck the stick in Niggas putting shit out with nothing stickin I'm by the oven I'll have my youngins butter your biscuit Banana clips to end your monkey bidness [?] iron deficient Bitch if I ain't the flyest Then I'm lying to the mirror Raise the bar in the game Shit was dying I had to make a higher ceiling Faggot niggas out here acting like I didn't [Outro]