Programmin

Poppin my P's all over poppers, never stop my propers

Dollar days flip on my profits, shaking the coppers

Follow protocol when you from the ghetto stand tall

Some got a job, some hustle, ball, and end it all

Some of these rappers gonna give it to you fake

But me? Imma give it to you straight

Mama and daddy divorced when I was eight

Walking on thin ice, hoping that it don't break

Now I'm over here on the hillside of the V

Re-established ourselves, me and D

Shot sugar T and Mug Z

Thinkin how can we beat the streets, and get up on our feet?

Even though my wisdom tooth pulled out I still got my wisdom

Know when the bitch choosing and when to spit my ism

Vallejo boy got hella kin folk in Richmond

If you a sucker, you probably don't want to listen

We out here programmin

(Niggas scrabbling shit can handle gang gallens, no famine)

We out here programmin

(Suckers sham and I got the cannon I'm a handle it, niggas ain't understand it)

We out here programmin

(Operatin and orchestratin and I could care less about your jealousy or your hatin)

We out here programmin

(So you better get with it bout to show that I'm forever sick with it)

Pat yourself on the back congratulate you

For being solid to the streets and loyal to your crew

Put the good lord first and never lose your faith

Bless your food always say your grace

It's the way I was taught when I was a little boy

Cutting the grass ain't no time to play with toys

Clowning in class me and my nigga Bubba

Try to make a little cash starting selling hubba's

When you ballin, when you shoot the ball shoot your best shot

When you fallin, and you finna get caught, snitch you better not

That's gravel rule number 1

If you ain't intending on using it, never pull a gun

The more I learn the more I lose my learn

Thinkin about growin back my perm

When I was skinny out there looking shady

I'll pistol whip you with my .380

Making monumnental moves with monumental dudes

Far from a square I'm not a pack of cools

Puffin on my Vape pen blowing grass

Residue from the hit, concentrated hash

Cross-examine that ho before you decide to stay with her

Use a rubber, or you gonna need a babysitter

This my advice to my little nigga

These bitches brains getting smaller but they ass getting bigger

I don't sign bubblegum rap in my boat (nope)

I listen to 40 cause he a voice of hope (yep)

Free all of my people in Acerd, getting them home

Programmin, never told or sold they soul

We out here putting it together like a Lego

Just got back from San Diego

Landed in the town touch down east bound phone rang soon as I hit the ground

Biatch!