NotAhmadi - Cujo lyrics

[Verse 1: Cuzzin Brazy] I wake and bake, right before the wake and bake Hop in the steamy shower feeling like I'm Solid Snake Solid state of mind every time I write a rhyme and take the lateral from God just like the motherf**in' time Know every lyric from the dude that's with the smokey vibes 6 grams of bubba, sesh the hubba for like half the night I'm type polite so you should really never try to fight But word to Spud, I know I'm putting work in for this type of height Straight F.A.A., so you should really peep how neat I write Or need I write about the sk**ed acquired prior beats and I Reasons I never had a problem being sleep deprived Me and Braimah gon' be laid up, peep us on that fee-less flight Steez is right, Nike's every day and night I'm jousting on my pegasus, tell Phil that I'm the flyest knight Higher than a kite; exotics that I'm pokin' and tokin' and I'm smokin' and I'm chokin' and I'm zonin' and I'm CB: "I'm off this joint, B." NA: "Well, I'm on this. I'm on this joint. Pa** that, okay." NA *in the distance*: "Sounds like my turn." NA: "Pa** the ammo." [Verse 2: NotAhmadi] Ended on the cusp of cuffin', no bluffin' Ain't been puffin' since Puffy stopped pumpin' Ciroc based landscape, rock 'em on the rocks Clock 'em on the clock cause my time worth bands Put game on 'em lames and my time worth hands, arms or legs - I'm Doc Oc. to the feds Put dots on 'ya akh for the bread NotAhmadi up in Stockton, nothing stock on the lead Mordecai colored rocks that we robbed from the dead Yellow brick road and the yellow timbs cold Bottles of gin that Jim throwed while throwed I guess I'm chilling 'til my money don't fold I guess I'm chilling 'til my money don't fold . . and the bottles is always cold. Eightball Flags, b**h