Live from the Kremlin

[Verse 1]

Yo, hey yo, pockets touching about to be on some shit
Not for nothing, but if I don’t get to some [?] song
I'm out for hunting, none of this is me
Feel like I’m caught in a glitch
And once I double up I’m in the game all this a switch
Fuck the politics I’m going for mines
Too many cooks with no referrals
I’m in the world stirring the times
Too many corny rappers blurring the lines
Of what's real, but i just chill
Cause the mastermind is thorough and kind
I took my [?] check and flipped it
Who ever gets to go, supplies the biscuits
Even though life is precious, we still risk it
Out of pocket hustlers, everyday get smoked like briskets
Teed off niggas tripping to get a quick fix
Prom queens turn to methamphetamine misfits
Instead of dreams, teens go for the kill
They trying to get a mil’, on some ill dollar bill slick shit
But knowledge will start a lil’ problem when it comes to this shit
Cause when you know better, supposed to go better
How you know the sun, moon and stars, but know cheddar?
It sounds conflicted
But take your time and understand
The best part is the righteous mind
Of the babies to [?] the line to keep the shit lit
Pardon my French
My heart on my sleeve is like a fence
Running from the police bent
Nautica trench, gold chain honor event
Scholars and gents, crime scene Planet Asia, Evidence

[Verse 2]

Rub my tape across your tongue, it might numb your face
This type of dope will make you run in place
Know some real players and know some that’s fake
Know some real killers and know some that ain’t
Let me paint, just let me paint
Shut the fuck up, when im talking cause I’m talking bank
Another classic with the Venice homie
Ain’t none of that, go get the strap cause the shit is on me
Active when it’s time to be
I run a hand like a record label
See me with your bitch, that means she’s signed to me
It runs in the blood since I was young, stabbing dimes
Blessed with mother’s face and my daddy’s mind
Get your grind up
My heart is warm, my mind is cold
Just don’t make me make my mind up
We got that poison, we got that pure, for sure
Whatever the vice, we got it here, what you looking for?
Bottom line, put ya mask on
Fuck around and catch a contact, we cooking dope
And the droughts standing out with a look of hope
Why you looking broke?