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