Smoke DZA, Nym Lo, 183rd - 60/40 lyrics

Really i promise you McFly we protected
By a supernatural energy
Different type of angels really
Turn me up a little bit in the headset uh

Yeah, finger-fucking the world in the
Palm of my hands disrespectin' the squad
Send them right to the stands
Blow your budget
You still won't be fly as ya mans
Business class, 19 hours, my flight to Japan
Yeah, them THC pills saved me
Popped two, had me sleep like a baby
Lazy eye like McGrady top-shelf gеneral, KG
Yeah, anything's possible, don't risk it
Thе wrong teepee'll cost you a Big Ticket
I'm too raw, they rap tales is fictitious
Two doors from delusional, that's a sickness
Killer thoughts, verses serial now
Super faded, drunk off Ice Imperial rounds
Caramel on me, we did dinner at Chow's
So thirsty
Get her pussy up and brought her period down
I represent the lyrical crowd
All that bullshit's getting irritable now
(Really) what's the dealy? I just touched
Down out in Philly brought a pound with me
Not the cell but the smoke really
Uh, guaranteed we gon' get
This money for surely
Real niggas over suckers, 60 40
Yeah, guaranteed we gon' get
This money for surely
Right, Real niggas over suckers, 60 40

Ay, yeah when I was a baby Reagan sold drugs
My cousin did the time for it
They labelled us thugs
Now I'm in the rap game, all nets
Black jeans, white Adidas like Rev Run
At peace with the game and my place in it
I'm just too efficient
Peep the photo finish
I might groove to this song with my lady
I'm from LA, I bought the one with no safety
"Fuck you
Pay me" is the motto 'til they lay
Me with the rest of the dead poets
I wrote it
Sorry for the cuss words and the random posts
Just wanna remodel my grandmother
House 'fore she go, you know?
Ay, when I was a baby Reagan sold drugs

Yeah, Leimert Park
And I'm in here with that nigga Smoke DZA
Yeah, we get paid other people's money