OpenHouse

We were thirteen, scrapping cans for a dollar dollar

We was in the freezer, coke and belly, buy a bottle bottle

**** a speaker knockerz, this a basement dweller scholar

Came True

Make em holla, Central Ave, bitch whats poppin'

Wanna be a baller, shot caller?

20 Inch blades on the impala

Let go like a [?]

Every point I got is silent [?] to every hour

Weapons in it like a model, got ’em fold up

Bitch, stop asking about the tour, you know we tore it up

Sold out dates, Ion pull up in a wraith

Whip a candy-paintеd hearse, turn the concеpt to a way

White trash, Jansport white bag

Amplified racks and mummified ram

My hands gon' fight back

My weapon is too close

When I was down bad, bitch, I would've did you gross

Pull up both, in the snow

.556 make ’em hang their jersey up

In a rut, then I erupt

Bitch, my chain made of lava

I'm smoking volcanic blunts