Nitty Gritty

[Intro]
We're gonna do a song... That you've never heard before

[Bridge]
I disappointed what my mother be, coolin' with some double D bitches who want that bubbly, bubbly

[Verse 1]
Scheming, they called the minister for me
Its minister [?] and therefore [?] the 40, that I'm drinking, had enough that my shawty finish it for me
The finisher, minus Mr. C, from heron to teron
Sick shit from outta the head, I got my hair on
Living where niggas bear arms, cops watch it and stare on
Gassed up, they pass out after the lungs hit it
These bitches dimwitted and dumb-witted, I done did it all
Fuck that, I done did it raw, got some sour and a towel, slipped it under the door, lit the flame
Getting high as hell as I excel, the L's turn to O's when I excel
Sellers and buyers dwell, you by yourself to buy yourself a lifeline
We buyers to the ticket we be dipping when the light shine
My residence ain't hesitant to leave a nigga missing, that's what I told the amateur and the chump didn't listen
Forever keep it cool and me city keep it real, word to Jigga, pull the trigger (Trigga) then it's kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

[Hook]
I give 'em something they could feel
You lose in my shoes cuz its nothing you could fill
The Prince of the game and that's word to Uncle Phil
I be willing to make a killing, nigga you know the deal

I give 'em something they could feel
You lose in my shoes cuz its nothing you could fill
The Prince of the game and that's word to Uncle Phil
I be willing to make a killing, nigga you know the deal

[Bridge]
I disappointed what my mother be, coolin' with some double D bitches who want that bubbly, bubbly

[Verse 2]
Fuck it, I'm wildin', I can't afford a case, caught a case of liquor then fornicate with your sister or daughter cake
Make a [?] of a loner in my room, and my momma said she'll kick me out soon
So the drama said I'm grinding on the regular, victories obtained
And my style is picture perfect, let me picture perfect game
See the top out Russian [?] you niggas play Russian Roulette
It took a couple shots, never fuss it, it wasn't rooted, I'm on
And to the mix, rap give me a fix
A lot of clones call it home and it'a getting me sick
They don't know about the art and what they doing it for, they need to push to start, to start pulling on the musical cord, shit
But I be on my cool tip, when I'm bumping the Q-Tip, questing around Queens, I'll probably hop on the Q6
Who sicker than the kid? Do you even gotta question?
My 16's could add a lesson to your Adulessons
And that'll never be changed, like a rocket I'm popping at you
The name is Kidaf and I'm rocking The Rotten Apple
What it is hoe?

[Hook]
I give 'em something they could feel
You lose in my shoes cuz its nothing you could fill
The Prince of the game and that's word to Uncle Phil
I be willing to make a killing, nigga you know the deal

I give 'em something they could feel
You lose in my shoes cuz its nothing you could fill
The Prince of the game and that's word to Uncle Phil
I be willing to make a killing, nigga you know the deal

[Outro]
Yo! Yo! Get his legs, get his legs
I got him, I got him
Watch ya'self, watch his fucking head, watch his fucking head!
I got it, I got it!
What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Yo check his pockets tho, might be mula in their
Yo he dead?