Who You Talking to

[Verse 1 - Blade Brown]
Cutting through the city, I've got all my niggas with me
Nice on the mic but I'm better with the digis
Better with the line and the twenty pound phone
I asked him what he's got left, told me twenty brown stones
You ain't even stacked like twenty down homes
Last year I splashed like twenty down Sloane
Alone, yeah nigga in the zone
Got a nigga in the back with a twenty round chrome
And if you hear me say it on a track then it's gospel
'05, I was getting busy in a hostel
I washed two and a half and then I bussed two
Cut it with a something and they put it in their nostrils
Cocaine mixed with Henny
Counting every bit, I ain't tryna miss a penny
Nah I ain't missing any
I told him that it's raw yay but he didn't know it's mixed already

[Verse 2 - Skwilla SDG]
You live and you learn and you learn how to live
My vision is clear, I could come out the mist
I've got time on my wrist but I paid for it
I'm on my Ray J shit, can I make a wish?
Or can I say it was me who was first to hit?
People say drugs kill, I murder bricks
I burn down trees, I light up sticks
Blue sirens flashing, tighten licks
Had to expose man for coming out as a Crip
Bandanas ain't shit, I'm reminding the kid
Old school, couldn't buy me a portion of chips
Now I'm running through my city in beautiful whips
I'm watching these chicks and they're flipping their hips
I just give them the look, they'll be licking their lips
Put this pack in your pussy, we're taking a trip
O.T. nigga, finessing the strip