Kami - Won't Not

If I had some cocaine, I'd smack that shit right now
Purp murked this shit

And they wouldn't know it
How to deal with success for dummies
They'll never know it
Put the cup on the coasters
Now that we rocking loafers
And may them locs on our face
Hide what we ain't showing
My niggas
Here's another line
Until the time will pass another
Passin' of our brothers
Now another, till the 'caine numb us
I'm tired of dropping shit, doing the same numbers
All these niggas trying to catch up
Really, they should run from us
Good god, this sound like good crack
Step back, we sipping good yak
In this party bout to yak
Too bad the shit packed
Gang signs thrown
Gang signs thrown
Get rocked if you a G
Catch a brick if you a stone
Who the fuck gon' ride with ya?
Who the fuck gon' die with ya?
Who the fuck gon' see your light
Grab it, and try shine with it?
Until a sign hit us, stop
Over here they find hitters, drop
Y'all niggas dead, homies lyin' with ya
Truth be told, I'm probably in line with ya
Paint a fine picture
Of my portrait on a shirt
To capture time, nigga
Then pour me up on a curb
Roll me up in a Swisher
Serve me up with Hors d'oeuvres
This is fine art
For those of refined taste
That try and define art
Oh my godness golly, the disgrace
Tell me how my shit taste
Before you answer that
Five star my mixtape
One bullet
Curved at you, to make you think straight
Only then can you talk
What you see when you walk?
Only outlines of chalk
You sick freaks, I'mma cough
Up a loogie, hawk it at ya
Watch the shit fly, sniff a bird
And gon' holla backwards
Its some

More of that real shit

How to murder two rocks
One bird, flip a kill switch
Dead bodies in the room
Dead bodies in these streets
Dead bodies by the pool
Still born, that's bodies out the womb
The story of a coon
Just another type of nigga
Trying to climb up out this hell
Till I stand on Beverly hill
Figures, nah
Let them helicopters propel us
From gangsters in pelle pelles
Who'll Turn ya to Hellen Kellers
That's
Sick
We under that weather
They put us under that cellar
Gave us bars forever
Judge spelling out life
That's bars forever
A bad day
Yet it's awfully clever
That's life for ya
A sore sight for ya
Here's some ice for ya
Ice, ice, baby
Like the sky falling
How you feel?
(Some more of that real shit)

I say Chance logged on
I hope Vic blow up the Innanet
Till Joey dropped don't stop
I was thinking I won't not