Kashmire - Drop Bombs lyrics

[Part 1] I put that nine direct at your spine, Survival's just been declined So I guess Im not so divine, Maniac that's how im defined Gotta get that Money on the incline, P Rod the way that I grind Some say im an ugly cracker but my b**hes always stay fine I got the Delivery just came in, lock the doors and shut the blinds No hard sh** just boss piff, yours ain't better than mine Get murked quick with that dirt sh** mine smells with skunk and pine Do crimes all the time I don't give two sh**s cause moneys on my mind I don't know what the hell you sellin, .7s with that dro smell Try to play me with that bullsh** ill take your sister up to that hotel I do that anyway, whatever, attitude on oh well Hate me cause my flow swell, hustle up with that whole sale, uh Same old sh**, its just a different artist You're hating on me, because I go the hardest Got straight dubs of haze, if you wanna blaze Throw back a couple bombs best put on your shades Hustle, Hustle, Hustle hard Hustle, Hustle, Hustle hard Hustle, Hustle, Hustle hard Only snitches turn up dead on this boulevard [Part 2] We sit back smoke kush drop bombs The law tried to turn my life into shambles It all started when I got arrested by detective Campbell Man If had a chance Id light him like a candle Baseball bat to his face Mikey Mantle Im not even playing, you'll never see me dandle Put me on probation so now I face a handle Can't smoke should I smoke should I take a gamble Light a couple blunts on the beach grab your sandals I just ramble on they said who's stopping you Now I answer to em judge Mark T Apostalou f** him, its not like I went and k**ed a cop or two Hes pissed I came to court fly like a co*katoo Get f**ed like a prostitute, grumpy old man Kashmire only puts his life in his own hands Ill go and pay the damn fine for this old man Ask me how I did it truthfully I say I sold grams, uh And committed to keep spittin Got cool talent with the balance to bring the heat wit it Now remitted from the b**hes who gave a fee wit it The weed did it, I paid all 873 wit it Now I'm back at it, about my numbers like mathematics Intervention called something bout crack addicts That's all I spit, murder bars beats in that casket And you p**y's get eaten like when I last had it I keep goin, hot flow flame throwing Plus I got a lot of gra**, the sh** don't need mowing It gets burned, but ashes don't end up in an urn Illegally's the only way to pay that's what I learned This sh**s absurd