Follow Kyle Kramer on Twitter.I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the drain
I'm like a ki in a drought
I spent a G on these frames
Though my vision is priceless
Seein' through you niggas like a fuckin' psychic
Hearin' through the grapevine
Niggas wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man, you better be Pathon
Boy the heat's on
They makin' peace bonds
I'm in this bitch throwin' up the 17 sign
Straight frowns no daps
Strapped three times
A Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta
Ready for whatever tell them pussy niggas come and get a
Heavy better, nigga
Super soaker wet a nigga
Six feet under flowers
You ain't nothin' but a petal, nigga
I'm just a little nigga tryna be a civil nigga
30 years old, shit, that'll be a given nigga
Quit it, Wayne, ya mom is listenin'
But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the pots is pissed in
Them niggas trippin' until the shots whistlin'
Hear them bullets hissin' like a cobra at attention
I got a bitch and quit callin' women bitches
As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No preventin' the grind I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game
True player no quittin'
There ya go shittin' on the way a nigga thinkin'
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
And since the future ain't promised to no one
I live every day like this is the sure one
Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in that heat 'til the motherfuckin' snow come
And it feels so fuckin' good
Throw my dope like a rope let 'em tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless
Rats and roaches
Run across the porch
In the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it automatics in motion
We bangin' for the bread, nigga
Even the moldy
I got my loaf
I got my toast
Chaperone of the South I got my coast
Yeah, and until I die I'm tha
Tha tha, tha tha—tha best rapper alive