I'm Laced

He really a gangsta but they thought he was a square as a box of Apple Jacks

He was getting his money from him but then he had a couple of set backs

When he a soil celebrity with bounce back skills and ability

Raise by OG's that been in the correctional facility

See the problem with this new generation they hella quick to bust they guns

Without thinking about the repercussions they relatives and loved ones

I can looking forward to his people just to bout tell what he about

By analyzing his hand gesture so what come out his mouth

That come from being from it, experienced and seasoned

From hustlin' Monday through Friday, clubbing and going to church on weekends

That's why I hand-pick my friends never know what they a do

Trust no few men, just G.O.D. and you

I stay looking in my rearview, I stay looking over my shoulder

Never know who want me out here; never know who want me or who

I can tell tall-temper from tiny brush

Know the difference between a cabbage and a lettuce

BIATCH!

(I'm laced) Pull up a chair and get'chu a taste

Of this sun cut game no chase (motherfucker I'm laced)

Yeah, I ain't never been fake

Anything I said about ya I say it too your face

(I'm laced) on 8's, looking like skates

I never been late learn the game from the greats (nigga I'm laced)

Stay in ya place and don't hate

Cause funkin' with me ain't safe

Uh, if you can't cook stay out the kitchen, if you can't swim get out the ocean

Don't hop in the yola game if you soft as Jergens lotion

We'll leave half of what you see, and none of what you hear

Analyze the food before you let em get in ya ear

Sleep with one eye open and one eye closed

So case the thirsty and dusty try'na kick in ya dow

Never tell a homie how you make love to your woman

Cause he might be the same homie that wanna fuck yo woman

Three sides to every story, there's mines yours and the truth

Niggas lose they lives everyday, over a bootch

You can fuck around and get stamped, fuckin' around with a tramp

Running around here loose without no structure in yo camp

What niggas need to do is stay up off them phones (right)

Bragging about the nigga you popped and killed last time

It was in the dark on come the light the streets talk

Next thing you know your body outlined in chalked, the sidewalk

I read the D-Boy diary, the Hustler's Encyclopedia

The Player's Pamphlet, the Hood Wikipedia

The instructions and manual on how to handle certain situations

When you dealing with fakes, smiley faces, naysayers, traitors and haters

You can look out for the homie come through in flying colors

But if you don't do it that one time you a bitch motherfucker

Ain't that fucked up? What part of the game is this?

Brotha throw me a ball and I'm a appreciate it

I stick to the script, I'm a laced individual

Keep a clip on my hip, and none in my pillow

Never leave yo drink in the tenant when you rounding up with a cutie

Might be a set-up brawl, might slip you a goofy

I be damned if I go out that way

Feel me I make her take a sip if she don't drink it that mean she guilty

Can't be square as a pool table and twice as green

Gotta stand for something or you goin fall for anything

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