NorthCapone (Interlude)

[Verse]
Yeah, smell it thru the bags
Smoking that whatchu call it
Fresh out off a pack, catch me looting in New Orleans
Loaded up Xan, never been no alcoholic
Keep dippin' in my stash, thinking I may really have a problem
Who you are to test me, you don't want no problem
Shoot it great like Greezky, kicking out the drama
Know a couple webfinds, dirty of osama
Lind a couple comas, they all spill out with the llama
I ain't the type of hanging around with the drama
Living presidential got me thinking, I'm Obama
Ridding thru the night while smoking marihuana
Northshore Capone, whole city on labor
Cup on till, magazine on hollow
You bitch chewsy for the lean she gon' swallow
Addicted to the hustle all I care bout is cash
You can take it how it come, or you can take it off the ass
I ain't no playing with no fuckboy, they gon have to get it
Brains blowed out they gon fuck around and get it
Six feet down in the round they gon get it
Try take me down, ride for round they gon get it
Talking what they 'bout not the sound what they get it
Riding off loud, flexing pounds you can get it
Moving all day low key you can't get it
I'm taking what's mine out the profit, you can get it