Behind Barz

[Verse]
I got a quarter of a kilo swimming in the water like Nemo
Got the big belly, no Cee-Lo
On a lot of shit but keep it on the D-low
Half the pack gone so I'm bound for the reload
Yeah I said I'm bound for the reload
Man ah really trapping, won't catch me at casinos
And even though I'm fucking with the P go
My nigga told me take it on work, it's a free load
So I'm throwing food like free throws
I save a line about to die, no hero
I remember times I had zero
But I'm the prick, I knew the fiends C and D knows
I had to fix that, the opposite of sit back
Counting big stacks when you was dancing in your chinos
On the table, hundreds in pebbles and B stones
Beg you ask my nigga Azza fam, he knows
I wanna see more so I'm in the game, no P4
Worker up and down like a seesaw
Follow me, I'll take you on a fiend tour
Make a man lick this and show you bout lean jaw
Where you going with your jeans torn?
Rather boot cut like I'm tryna keep my feet warm
Got the big ting, I had a reboar
But my nigga dashed it as soon as he heard the nee-naw
It's just an excuse to buy three more
You better hope your clock was first to do a detour
Not on it niggas stood in between war
What you think gonna happen when we make the machines pour?
Four years shottin' bud but ain't seen four
Think you need to switch the colour, what you shottin' green for?
Wanna start and quit, I've seen it all before
But if you ain't on shit, what you on the team for?
Mode switch
Feel to do a random, fire up some old shit
Pussy I've been out here if you didn't notice
Five star general, all them man are novice
Living like a king, I can't be fucking with no cronies
Bitch nigga snakes and Officer Mahonies
How you make them say that? Them man are your homies
If you ain't riding, better be putting into the chrome yeah blud
Me, I'll make a nigga stay inside like it's snowing
Swear I'm sending shots to everyone, fuck if I know him
Man ah drop man to get along and get to know it
Chest pop, make the man that ran circle back and tow him
Speecha' the realest, ain't no fuckin' poem
I'm a fuckin' g, I ain't a fuckin' poet
Mad thoughts goin' through my head but I don't show it
Like certain man are rah' dead and they don't even know it
But fuck it, I was made for it
Lookin' at the nigga in the mirror like he made for this
Businessman, fam I'm probably gonna get paid for this
Pissed though, should've had the burners there to blaze the prick
I'm Saf, fuck that, I don't chase a bitch
Even Lizzy comes to man without me chasin' it
The nitty put his thumbs up soon as he tasted it
Rah' 3 on 1 ting, must be the way I whip
Four Z's of white, lookin' like a proper pie
Most I could do, I whipped it in the likkle' pipe
I tell the truth, I don't even have to stick a guy
I'm makin' more P, the more shit I buy
I'm recordin' more music, fans are gettin' gassed
We're buyin' more straps, man are gettin' clapped
Anyone that wants it, fuck it don we give em' dat'
It's business that we're runnin' fam, give em' dat'
I found another ends to make my figures fat
Same ends I got a strap and dingers cranked
Bag up day, all I need is Rizlas and clingers fam
And den' I wait for man to bring the figures back
So hit the trap, yeah darg hit the trap
I'm sittin' in my office countin' out the stacks
And this music ting, I'm killin' dat'
Seen way over a twenty, deagle in the bag