SYSTEM

Shut up and listen
Buprenorphine in my system
Know I'm really tryna kick it
I hit my knees and pray for better days
Still I'm losin my religion
Fresh outta prison
Caught some cases I admit it
Tryna cover that tuition
Flex, flex, flex, flex, ooh
Nother product of the system

I be in the kitchen like damn magician
Whippin up nutrition for my baby
Side piece, I ain't lettin it phase me
Why? 'cause dude ain't been around lately
Still gonna touchdown no Brady
Whippin that Civic, this ain't no Mercedes
Shoot like im ZaeHD
Dancin with the devil daily
Skin tone too pasty, holup
Mike cmiri on my ass
Hustle hard, get get the cash
I was just down bad
In a cell on a mat
Fuck the pigs and the rats, yeah
like who you know making 10.50 pull up in that Versace jack
cnd come outside in Givenchy slides just so I can take out the trash
I ain't fuckin with you or your bretheren
So clhamdulillah like a Emirate
I be prayin to God for some betterment
I could make me a play like a veteran
Say you tough it ain't none but some rhetoric
Hit the blunt and I'm high like a pediment
cnd we ain't cool if you ain't a feminist
Up, up, direction im headed in
chhh... right back to spazzin
I treat the beat like a fuckin assassin
911 get a casket
Came up servin packets
Molly, shrooms, and the acid
Christian Dior my fabric
Might just be a star, no Patrick
Been poppin them bupey tablets
My habit, its tragic
5 bands worth flushed it all
Press down watch the stuff dissolve
I got blue eyes but its fuck the law
Call my comrades like it's Stalingrad
They gon get right to buckin off
I done made what I made, no luck involved
When I came out the dirt and the muck and all
Y'all motherfuckers ain't seen what I fuckin saw
Y'all motherfuckers ain't did what I fuckin did
I had none in my pocket but fifty cents
Went to juggin finessin and hittin licks
Got the rock acrobatic, I flipped a brick
Lil mama come here, tryna dig in it
My apparel is cold, the fit is sick
Sonny Liston, I don't miss a hit

Shut up and listen
Buprenorphine in my system
Know I'm really tryna kick it
I hit my knees and pray for better days
Still I'm losin my religion
Fresh outta prison
Caught some cases I admit it
Tryna cover that tuition
Flex, flex, flex, flex, ooh
Nother product of the system

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