Two Wise Men

A wise man once said, I forgot the phrase

I was banged up with a lifer, he gave me lots of game

But that lifer was my bredrin, so that's lot of pain

Them man forget about their friends and put their block to shame

Thirty-six hours in the booth, but I've had longer days

Anytime I see them cowards with their jewels, I feel to confiscate

My worker keeps fuckin' up the count, I tell him, "Concentrate"

I need a house all on a lake, I got guns don't need a safe

This shit's just in my DNA , listening to Hunch and Nafe

Potter's rich he's in a Wraith, but I don't think your son's are safe

I show you how to hustle backwards, hundred things, a hundred ways

Hundred bricks, a hundred days

Dingers, spinners, number plates

Said he's got a a hundred problems 'cause he's got a hundred mates

Tryna feed a thousand mouths, dinners on a thousand plates

You think I need you now? You're a little too late

'Cause you was busy hatin' on me, when I was gettin' you straight

Yeah

P and Hunch, that's like buj and cocaine

And we came to showcase, yeah, there was some broke days

I put white on the table, on my gums like Colgate

Rockin' out the pot like we're here with Coldplay

Thirty-six hours that I spend in the bando

Just packs, no lights, just a candle, little bitch

B2K, back to kilos, and I got my little fizz

In the jungle so long, I had to get my own stick

The stars in the roof shine, I roll with my Pooh Shiest

We made it out the streets, we still on our old grind

I still put the fire, I need me a cold mine

Fuckin' weirdos around, fuck it and your co-sign

I make up for lost time, I'm trying to get ahead

Some of my friends are dead, I wish they had some more time

We bought NutriBullets, not for protein shakes

I sipped lean from young, guess I'm a codeine baby

I drink Henny from the bottle, this ain't Actavis

I'm still on the front line, like a activist

We do YG of the month, who's the active-est?

And you best not say my name if you get grabbed with this

The way I cook crack, I might need a lab for this

I really been on the corner, sellin' grams of fish

Before I step out the kitchen, I grab my kitch'

And I still think I'm Muni, don't make me grab your wrist

Grab my wrist, I'll grab the clip

The energy you're giving me, in real life you ain't matching it

All these kids I've fathered them, I should start an orphanage

Really I'm a local kid, a city kid

I'm serving all these nittys quick, I think of ways to be legit

I'm still in my Training Days, yeah, yeah

Come and listen to who really pathed the way, yeah, yeah

Paranoid I keep it in my pillowcase, yeah, yeah

In my nightmares, I got it on my waist, yeah, yeah