Bricks & Walls

To my niggas behind the bricks and walls

When you come home

Them hoes and bottles on me

The streets my home

They don't love you till you're gone



One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock

5 series, 6 series, 7 series drop

They falter, the multi-

Million dollar boy, i feel insulted

No business with emotions I came from roaches

To deers in my backyard, now where I'm going?

My vision blurred, I couldn't tell you that far

I'm out for cash and fiends throw the rock on the glass like the backboard

This for my mans, till the end I look back for 'em

That did the crime, did the time, then to you I tilt my hat for

Homey my guns ring like telethons, intercoms

They get all in your skin like silicon

Still I'm goin, top off, locked jaw

A hot boy, I get higher than the top floor

One drop, two drops, three drops roll up

One shot, two shots, three shots, load up!

I see it now, never let em see you down

Hunnid rounds in the clip, silencers, you wouldn't hear a sound

Eat dirt, stole cash out my momma purse

Now I spend ten stacks on my momma purse

Cursin and outta jail

My nigga Max two million dollar bail

Coke Wave nigga, 2 million sale

Grease got the recipe and you can tell I'm Gordon Ramsey

You know I chef it up like a lobster tail!

On Canal I get it free, nah it ain't ten a key

Look homey it's 35, I dont know who told you lies

?? drop like flip-flops, no ceiling

Go snowmobiling on my wrist watch

Bitch watch me like Pay-per-view, this my come up

Watch me take one brick then make it two

Made it through the hurricane, nah I didn't know the name

Montana, you dont need no Arm & Hammer