First Brick

[Intro]
Sips a Sisco
Miss Hicks the disco
Suga Bills, Big Horace and Cisco
Pistol poppin’ like it’s Crisco
Let’s get this money my nigga
By the fistful

[Verse]
This the first brick I remember like my first lick
With niggas outside posing like a jail flick
The ice grills and big bills, the arms folded, the charms golden
Thick clouds of white blowin’
The night air Fila’s or Nike Air’s
Some snorted and some chose to pipe theirs
Pretty fiends had niggas willing to dice theirs
In dark stairs saw the flicker from the flame
Cops showing flicks try to match it with a name
But fuck Columbo Dime sacks was jumbo
Pops used to push ‘em before he turned to Dumbo
His white lines used to snort ‘em off a broken glass
I write lines to sort the pieces of my broken past
Cash only, niggas a blast homies
Put money in they casket, laugh and flash Rollie’s
Wild times making of my wild rhymes
War stories, limits a statutory, mandatory minimums 25 to 40
Them long numbers new niggas get wrong numbers
'Cause landlines is land mines that land time
Keep quiet, keep it off the wire
Separate the money the product and the buyers
The kitchen was like church, the Holy Grail
Hot plates and card games and weigh scales
Cheap liquor we took sips and talk shit
Talk money we talk pussy, we talk whips
Hood celebrities immortalized in those flicks
This the genesis and where I rapped my first brick