Phone Bill

Tryna tell you bruh, this shit hurt

I'm only human baby, or am I?

Creatures

Lost Slick, lost Tune, that's a double pain

Glass blocks in them visit rooms through that double pane

When Vito died, it's like nobody could feel double pain

But our brother James, let see the world, we got so much to gain

The game done took so much from us, thought the hood loved us

Draco and Bean say, "Let's take off on this money train"

I'm in the fifty me and Mari, coke brown and chopped

Marty at the office, Streets and Taj holdin' down the block

My nigga Icy'll pull up and catch a whole bid

You talk to Keith, he tryna meet me, woop up on the crib

I caught a sixty and two nineties, we be juugin' ears

Sellin' heroin, remind me of Romello pops from "Sugar Hill"

Just seen Mokeem, welcome home to my nigga Chill

Feds put that plea deal on the table and he took the twelve

This Mafia shit so for real, I can't stress it enough

It's ConCreatures, you know the drill when my Mexican touch

Made a mountain out a mole hill

Made a killin' on that road, that's a roadkill

Back to sealin' up them bows out in Roseville

Just last month, I could barely pay my phone bill

Now I'm sippin' good, prayin' that my cup don't spill

In the hood with them body snatchers, catchin' cold kill

Some people can't believe this shit because it's so trill

But that's the penalty of leadership, for bein' so real

Dope in that Pyrex, it look like granola, oatmeal

All out of favors, no more extra credit, can't get no deals

Phone can only receive calls if I don't answer

Hang up, and call me right back, I'm probably on Flanders

Snatchin' up beanies for my auntie who got throat cancer

Payin' twenty, gettin' thirty-four, they call me Bo Sanders

If you done saw what I done seen, it'd make your eyes bleed

Authoring in slow-motion, livin' life at high speed

My father told me slow down, I'm tryna speed it up

Don't need too much, something to eat, money and weed enough

They get the ups from out the blue, it ain't no freezin' up

Bet they get left before we do, it ain't no leavin' us

I told my plug to hit you off, you better keep in touch

Or we gon' smoke his boots off and make him eat the dust

These bitches had me out my bag, I had to readjust

And they don't wanna see me up, rather see me in cuffs

Made a mountain out a mole hill

Made a killin' on that road, that's a roadkill

Back to sealin' up them bows out in Roseville

Just last month, I could barely pay my phone bill

Now I'm sippin' good, prayin' that my cup don't spill

In the hood with them body snatchers, catchin' cold kill

Some people can't believe this shit cause' it's so trill

But that's the penalty of leadership, for bein' so real