Foot On Ya Neck

Lyrics

[Production by SeeWax] [Hook] Pop me a pill, and roll up some sess They tell me stop fucking with drugs But that's how i cope with my stress I carry the weight of the world I got so much shit on my chest But soon we be cashin' them cheques My nigga that's word to my set I still got one foot in the trap, the other foot right on ya neck Already got money and power now niggas gon' show me respect Im rolling up pieces of sour these bitches is throwing me neck And soon we be cashing them cheques my nigga thats word to my set, word to my TEC, word to my vest [Verse 1] Zip sealed bag silence full of loud Cannabis addict and im fucking proud In the clouds fucking with sativas Little nigga never did Le Tigre Smoke dolo I'm a heavy steamer Been a schemer, sold dope, sold hoes And I can hotwire any beamer Plus i pack the nina I'm very real and i dont practice neither If there's two ho's then im clappin' either (true) Im fighting these demons off i need a exorcist Rolling blunts in pages outta Exodus Pardon my pestilence Still on a pedestal, perpetual they hate me But never question my excellence You pumpin' dimes, I flood your block with them nicks My other youngin' up the block with them zips Make sure they wallets is thick Hit 'em with chips pockets is full of ruffles Check my stats when it come to the hustle, young Bill Russell [Hook] Pop me a pill and roll up some sess They tell me stop fucking with drugs but that's how i cope with my stress I carry the weight of the world i got so much shit on my chest But soon we be cashin them cheques my nigga thats word to my set I still got one foot in the trap the other foot right on ya neck Already got money and power now niggas gon' show me respect Im rolling up pieces of sour these bitches is throwing me neck And soon we be cashing them cheques my nigga that's word to my set, word to my TEC, word to my vest [Verse 2] Pops tell me my blessings come in the afterlife Like son you gotta curb your appetite And learn to sacrifice Keep your faction tight And ride on 'em even if he ain't the action type I'm the young benny blanco out the bronx And you can catch bullets in traffic like gronk I smoke strong every hour just launch Niggas start snitching get stomped, the fuck I'm on Got three of my closest niggas in the can Judicial system fucking up my plans Roll another gram pop a xan Pour some liquor for my bigger bro In the streets i let em go like Ichiro I dropped the tape and put the rap game in a finger fold Thirty seconds left i got the and-one and the finger roll Before i ever got some pussy i was pushin' packs And before i had my license i was totin' straps [Outro] (Yeah nigga, before i had my license i was toting straps, you heard! im talkin' bout my drivers license you feel me fifteen running round with that thing on me but thats neither here nor there though you feel me?) [Hookx3] Pop me a pill and roll up some sess They tell me stop fucking with drugs but that's how i cope with my stress I carry the weight of the world i got so much shit on my chest But soon we be cashin them cheques my nigga thats word to my set I still got one foot in the trap the other foot right on ya neck Already got money and power now niggas gon' show me respect Im rolling up pieces of sour these bitches is throwing me neck And soon we be cashing them cheques my nigga thats word to my set, word to my TEC, word to my vest