Kami - Won't Not lyrics

[Intro] If I had some c**aine, I'd smack that sh** right now Purp murked this sh** [Verse 1] And they wouldn't know it How to deal with success for dummies They'll never know it Put the cup on the coasters Now that we rocking loafers And may them locs on our face Hide what we ain't showing My n***as Here's another line Until the time will pa** another Pa**in' of our brothers Now another, till the 'caine numb us I'm tired of dropping sh**, doing the same numbers All these n***as trying to catch up Really, they should run from us Good god, this sound like good crack Step back, we sipping good yak In this party bout to yak Too bad the sh** packed Gang signs thrown Gang signs thrown Get rocked if you a G Catch a brick if you a stone Who the f** gon' ride with ya? Who the f** gon' die with ya? Who the f** gon' see your light Grab it, and try shine with it? Until a sign hit us, stop Over here they find hitters, drop Y'all n***as dead, homies lyin' with ya Truth be told, I'm probably in line with ya Paint a fine picture Of my portrait on a shirt To capture time, n***a Then pour me up on a curb Roll me up in a Swisher Serve me up with Hors d'oeuvres This is fine art For those of refined taste That try and define art Oh my godness golly, the disgrace Tell me how my sh** taste Before you answer that Five star my mixtape One bullet Curved at you, to make you think straight Only then can you talk What you see when you walk? Only outlines of chalk You sick freaks, I'mma cough Up a loogie, hawk it at ya Watch the sh** fly, sniff a bird And gon' holla backwards Its some... [Refrain] More of that real sh** [Verse 2] How to murder two rocks One bird, flip a k** switch Dead bodies in the room Dead bodies in these streets Dead bodies by the pool Still born, that's bodies out the womb The story of a coon Just another type of n***a Trying to climb up out this hell Till I stand on Beverly hill Figures, nah Let them helicopters propel us From gangsters in pelle pelles Who'll Turn ya to Hellen Kellers That's Sick We under that weather They put us under that cellar Gave us bars forever Judge spelling out life That's bars forever A bad day Yet it's awfully clever That's life for ya A sore sight for ya Here's some ice for ya Ice, ice, baby Like the sky falling How you feel? [Refrain] (Some more of that real sh**) [Outro] I say Chance logged on I hope Vic blow up the Innanet Till Joey dropped don't stop I was thinking I won't not