Compositor: Kyo Itachi
New Crack Era
Check, huh, heh
Holy Wine out the Holy Grail gospel
Spendin' the offerings at the brothel
Aficionado, they don't love you
They tip a bottle, fill their nostrils
Back to their schedules, they forgot you
I did too, they all played House, until the rent's due
A lotta hard hats got the cement shoe
Hoo, I'm the only one I can vent to
'Cause soon as you tell 'em by themselves, he'll resent you
Yo, they tryna take me out my ambience, lord
Forgot about me, now I can't be ignored
My lady in red pop a Coke, the fanciest pour
Huh, you niggas lookin' fancy and poor
I've been broke too much, been holdin' it down, don't mean to hold you up
Stay in overdrive, don't drive over
You know the vibes, there's no surprise, I'm waitin' on the coke to rise
You either rode or ride, there's too much to hold inside
Underground Hip Hop
Underground
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I been in the groove, one to lose even have to disapprove
Of niggas who misconstrued love, they had different views
It's not all it's cracked up to be, leave the mask up to me
Stay in the car and don't crash up the V
That's bad company, I'll be clippin' their wings
Let 'em sit, they'll find 'em with piss and shit in their jeans
Got an instill grandma discipline
Come to the pot, these niggas will bite your hand off chippin' in
Huh, bring your dummy, I'll stretch him
The spice smell like money house blessings
Lose or win, niggas will point you out and do you in
Stay on that piranha shit, hungry ass hooligans
Huh, New Crack Era
Brought it back to the Jewel Snatch Era
Huh, brought the Goons Back Era
Underground Hip Hop
Underground
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