Vic Wainstein - Off Top lyrics

[Produced by: Left Brain] [Intro] *cough* f**, yo I gotta stop smoking backwoods [Verse] "How you doing?" And what's your motive, ho? I only trust these b**hes bout as far as I can throw em Trying to pay my momma rent, figure that's just what I owe her I been trouble since I tumbled out that stroller Strollin, easy down this narrow path, beefin' with your scary a** 'Preme got my little n***as cheesing off the cherry ad And n***a, that's a great lunch Poppa swamp and stomping with the skate f**s Heavy handing tracks until the day the f**ing train come Raised up, where every mouth that speak the truth get taped shut Peep the evening news, my n***a, we don't do the same stuff Kiwis couldn't take us, boy, I'm jogging around these bases n***as pitches need to change, I separated from my main one It's just another day, another n***a's b**h to face f** I been like this since the Motorola Razr What a ba*tard that baby was Little mad n***a missing dad, never praying much Right around the same time his grandmama drank a bunch Take the bus, take a n***as seat like it was made for me I got this n***a Da$h with me, he sipping on some maple leaf I'm only happy when there's static in the air Cause the fair weather fake to me Living in the scope, hairs crossed like adjacent streets Dare a n***a think it's sweet, never, b**hes funny boy You berries and you honey for the bear that's here to tear and eat Run a n***as pockets like some errands, make it hasty I hope the sheriff keep away from me