Lyrics
Used to drive hotboxes, get from A to B
Picture me rollin' in that AMG
26 Letters keep that K by me
The art of war come time to paint my dog gon' spray 'bout me
And I got 99 problems but I'm alive I won't stress n'an one
Both feet on they collar until they die won't ease on n'an one
Show me a **** that don't bleed 'cuz I ain't seen n'an one
You get free shots for that foul play, give me my AND 1
When least expected, spin a **** block at random
Can't pin point that we did if when they question you don't answer
Top shotta rude boy rock Cartier like I'm Wayne
Lil' woa don't even brush his teeth before he load up that Drac
Done faced a whole blunt of the Za before he even wash his face
Look in the mirror what you see? Nothin' but a whole lot of pain
Patiently waiting on that day to come
Ain't old enough to buy tequila and know 'bout red rum
Why **** wanna play you duck soon as the bread come
You in that field stack up your chips in case the feds come
Live for today ,pray for tomorrow and hope the rest to come
Is you gon' fold or turn a diamond when that pressure come
Used to drive hotboxes, get from A to B
Picture me rollin' in that AMG
26 Letters keep that K by me
The art of war come time to paint my dog gon' spray 'bout me
And I got 99 problems but I'm alive I won't stress n'an one
Both feet on they collar until they die won't ease on n'an one
Show me a **** that don't bleed 'cuz I ain't seen n'an one
You get free shots for that foul play, give me my AND 1
Written by: Nathaniel Caldwell Taylor, Nathaniel Charles Taylor
