The Interlude

[Verse]

We suppose to be living
We from the block
We suppose pitching
I copped a crib right close to the prison
Them n***** know me
The 40 cals the size of a O.E
My n***** will blow heat
Bars of heron till you OD
The jewels straight dripping
I’m Hot like a spoon in the kitchen
Old school with the moves
Like I’m pippen/
You end up on the news when you missing
Ya b**** on her knees while I breeze
While I cruise in the whippin’
You n**** better get bars up
Cali weed the got me so high
I swore star ducked
Its youngin back at it
Hustle with mathematics
Labels in the struggle
They bundled with crack attics
Them b***** can’t ride free
Unless they ride the D with
An a** that’s size of me
I’m on other some shit
Lines hotter than an oven mitt
The Get@Em Army
You should know who you fucking with

Party G the Humble: [Verse 2]

From worker to the big boss
I had to grind jus to get far
Busing shots in my b**** car
In 2 days got the piff off
I’m the one that you don’t piss off
Spin the block then it’s lit dog
They like son hit dog
Outline couldn’t walk off
I get mine out the dirt y’all
The building mine I eat on all floors
Your b**** in my phone under all 4s
And That’s all yours
I get the points then check the scoreboards
Up next a world tour
I touch a block then I gotta eat
Same spot 24/8 I ain’t gotta sleep
My bae up she ain’t gotta cheat
My name up I ain’t gotta speak
When you really see s*** the mind different
Yours is cutt
So our lines different
The bait is always on the line for those who fishing
I walk up for a closer vision
I control the kitchen
Dirty pots coke with lefts overs in it
I can’t think about my pass living
Member my x b*** came to the mountain like this her last visit
Still feel me party