Curry and Klay

If the Mar was Golden State, then we Curry and Clay

Drought season, so I'm taxin' and these **** gon' pay

Aye, me against the world like Mr. Shakur

Time waits for no man, brother, shit is a blur

Calls from my ol girl, spiritual God talk

Streets ain't for everybody, stay on the sidewalk

**** foldin' like a paper plate

Still destined for greatness, my **** just a awaiting my date

Play the cards I was dealt, build my brand up

Hard in da paint like Flocka, I had to man up

New crib, new coupe, on my bucket list

Your favorite rapper is cool, but can't fuck with dis

Inhaling Biscotti elevatin' my body

Kush & cologne fragrance when I walk through the lobby

Fuck bein' humble, I'm surgical with this shit

Vow that I never trick, more concerned with a flip

Triple and doubles like Westbrook, anything in his name

I heard dat the feds took, rumor wit him, he workin

No contact with him in person, nothing to really talk about

No time for conversin', rat

Standin' ten toes for mine, I'm on post

Even when I sat and went broke, I had hope

Back against the rope, at times I couldn't cope

**** settle for they dreams, thank God I found dope

Gram balancing stay scramblin' for them blues

R.I.P. Pops, you gone way too soon

Show me how to whip it and scrape the extras to boom

Shot burstin', checkin', apologize for the fumes

Biggest tycoon, I ain't in it to lose

Always knew that I had it, I just put it to use

The flow so cold, feel like December and June

Runts in my backwood, call it Pepe Le Pew

Might slide to playhouse and bring the hoes to the fortress

But fuck all them clubs, I'm duckin' all the informants

Rather run it on up and keep them out my circumference

Ducked to Santa Rosa, gettin' cake off them farmers

C-X-R-T-M-P-O-H, we move adjacent

My brother got a problem, the **** be seein' Jason

Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street

Freddy Krueger, Ruga leave him right up on Dawson Creek