The Pot

[Verse]
The missing link to the Cuban
He keep his nose to the biz, won’t get to blink with the shoe in
It’s cold, leave him fold or spill his drink when he cooling
The ones who meant most went ghost, I’ll keep it moving
Ayo, that’s a hot knife cutting through butter
You either getting shot or you shooting, one or the other
Yeah, pops attempted but my momma meant it
Had to ball hard, fresh out the locker entrance
You got to drown first, let that sink
‘Cause when you in, it smells good, the get back stinks
You see I got a warm side, my heart jet black pink
Similar to the killer who just left that clink
For a short period only, it’s serious, homie
I’ll lick a shot first, them snitchy niggas will lick the pot first
Come to think, my dog only threw me a bone
While I’ll rather hang with my lady, watch movies at home
Comfy as fuck, I would hate to bloody the Chucks
I just got them, and right now, they’re scuff-free and plush
Fuck, serious as a heart attack
They ain’t fuck with him, now here he is in the almanac
Huh, guess it ain’t over until my coffin cracks
Put away Ray Liotta , good fellas talking back
Tampered with, took his nose out and he put his hands in it
Huh, my man can’t get closer, I put my all in that
So do they, you don’t know me, I never sold you yay
No such thing as the old school way
‘Cause when the coach you praise leaves a oh few saved
His comfortability dies, now it’s really a ride

[Hook]
Ha, now tell me who hands in the pot
The sly wolf will dance on the fox
But the foxes stay sly
And the wolf gon’ cry
Chah, who hands in the pot
Ya, who hands in the pot
Ya, Who hands in the, yo

[Outro]
Yo
Yeah
Fucking Alchemist
Whoo
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
New Crack Era
Hell’s Roof
[?]
RocAmeriKKKa
Yeah