802 June Street | CincoCypher Vol.1

[Verse]
Too many habits, too many contradictions
You said it's over but you're still conflicted
The people's choice but you're still a misfit
Back flipping nigga, why don't you try a kick flip
A lotta ill niggas but you could be the sickest
Fairytale moving around a nigga might die from this shit
Swear to god might loose my mind for this shit
Plus a nigga planned to provide for his mum with this shit
Get some reacks moving out and then get signed with this shit
Cool down, lower the talk, lower the love
Man up, grab on my balls, counting the fucks
Closed doors ride through the block blocking the ops
Times ticking speeding up fast beating the clock
I keep the world in my pocket gotta save it
Question marks till we make it to these A lists, yeah
This for a nigga that got tangled in his laces
Imma lead you through this ice cold matrix
Cause you my nigga, I am wishing you well wishing you hell
Twinkle twinkle I'm wishing you jail, happy bullets
I hope that you fail I hope it gets real, I hope it gets real
Cause you my nigga, I am wishing you well wishing you hell
Twinkle twinkle I'm wishing you jail, happy bullets
I hope that you fail I hope it gets real, I hope it gets real