V1
I got dimes on my arm, dimes in my back pack,
im hustler, never been a customer thats a damn fact,
these fools have never made a profit, so we call em amtrak,
thats why I’m busting on u bitches like a mother fuckin tramp stamp
I’m real as fuck and pulling up in my shitty car but its fulla drugs,
and they fulla shit, and it makes me sick when they talk about how they blowing up,
get on my level I’m a devil and I’m rollin up,
i got the peddle to the metal and I’m rostin ya,
what do u think mother fucker do i boast enough,
am i close enough am i encroaching ya
ha but u can’t touch this,
I’m from the gutter where the blood and guts is,
i never had money so i been hustling,
since elementary, I’m calling they bluffing,
dumb bitch they nothin
im hawk they just some puffins,
I’m the the thanks giving turkey,
they just the mother fuckin stuffing
ahh its trax a trillion,
dr. dre hustle trynna stack a billion
me and k dog chillin, we ready and willing,
we going straight the ceiling and u know we top billing
mentally they can’t step to me,
i can’t let it be, its my pedigree,
that y I’m good from my home up in michigan all the way down south to Tennessee
credits
from The Appetizer Mixtape,
released May 8, 2016
Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Cracka Lack