I got the whole crew with me
Ounces for 2 50
You could believe it or not, it's far from ripley's
Please don't try to tempt me, the trigger I squeeze it empty
Homie fatigues at ease, you ain't convincing be
I smoke good weed and get them packs out
Don't look at me different, I came about the frat house
High side weird look, and gazelle frames
n***as know me by Friday October cold name
Back in the days that fiends doing the f**in soul train
Ever since my little cousin put me on to the dope game
I'm just saying that I know thangs
I'm og in these streets, I listen to johhny coltrain
Have that work for these hez, they call me raw game
In front of the pease, blowing trees with a gold chain
New york city greedy fifth's on stand
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Never know when you gotta use that contraband
[Hook]
My whole crew good with the pan
This is soul food, get you good amounts of yams
Before you leave here, count your grams
Baking soda bubbles that smuggle contraband
Contraband, this is contraband
I'm a monster with this money, this is contraband
I throw some packs to my man
Tell the law f** taxes, this is contraband
I started off a young crack dealer
Now I'm all in the magazines
And all I knew is that hustle hustle by any means
Let me take em back from the start
Back to my son of gram
Got to look up in my mama belly and found contraband
I caught them up town and then I checked em
He wasn't living right, so my n***a left em
All these n***as living that life, till a n***a test em like
Like all these b**hes love me
We kick it like david beckham
Crack music, hit maker,
Fred the god, october a** was the beat maker
I beat the case what I feel for
Mama say she ready to f**, what she need a pill for
It's not a game when I will k** y'all
Hip hop is back to that era, era of real ball
And tvm was the movement
Let your pistol go or keep moving, it's real n***a
[Hook]
My whole crew good with the pan
This is soul food, get you good amounts of yams
Before you leave here, count your grams
Baking soda bubbles that smuggle contraband
Contraband, this is contraband
I'm a monster with this money, this is contraband
I throw some packs to my man
Tell the law f** taxes, this is contraband
Whoever know, my revenue pay from ex to dust
Something like a reverend new
My leather new, I get 7 a scale
Learn to work with a bird like kevin mccall
I talk to these birds like doctor dolittle
I'll pop you with a bird that doctor do little
Your block could do little, I ain't doing the counting
But you ree up with me, it's just a pale of balance
And you see me every other week
You n***as is f**ing weak
Get bread, not whole weed will pump a n***a
These little n***as take a whole week to pump a n***a
I'm talking quarters, half beein broken and chokin
I love my daughter's laugh
When I do business with cash and earn that cake
Like the nba draft, it's just a steady handshake
[Hook]
My whole crew good with the pan
This is soul food, get you good amounts of yams
Before you leave here, count your grams
Baking soda bubbles that smuggle contraband
Contraband, this is contraband
I'm a monster with this money, this is contraband
I throw some packs to my man
Tell the law f** taxes, this is contraband.