Conditioned Leather (feat. Carlos Charm & Michael Kure)

Dictionary thief I got away with words Didn't get degree But went to same school as Jalen Hurts Roll Tide Then he made his number one green Shit, so did I And if we one on one with the swings Get a swollen eye Broken nose Busted lip Uppercut his chin and watch lil buddy do a hundred flips Big gold rings, look like Funyun chips Nigga gon' need Listerine when these punches kiss him I ain't none of Unc and Skip See I ain't going back forth or carrying on Niggas talk alot Gold medal in the Yapathon Me I'm getting older and better I'm the rap Lebron Pinky ring cold as the weather at the crack of dawn She heard I'm from the south Niggas girls been scouting like some tagalongs Whats a catapult to an atom bomb? Big Bang nigga, no Dragonball Pulling up, droppy, more rocky than Sly Stallone With a lil dime piece beside me in this 5.0 Swap the flow Hip-Hop execs they more sinister than Gotham bro They in the projects signing niggas for testosterone Give 'em half a mil' and tell him turn his opps into a song Then wait for them to spin When he get hit they just gon profit more He could've been a boxing pro But now he in a box, a hole His momma and his partners broke It's hard to understand like a doctor's note But I done seen the loyalist of men turn to cockroach And I done made money off a trick like hibachi stoves But I ain't pimp the bitch Man I'm just who she call to cop her smoke Drugs for your ears, flow's crack, it's like I'm rocking coke Crumbs in my beard from boom-baps and checking pots for more I'm proud of me, I went and got my shit together And now a nigga sitting on conditioned leather And now when I hit restaurants I'm tipping better And all because I doubled down and didn't settle And it wouldn't mean a thing if my folks ain't eating No, it wouldn't mean a thing if my soul ain't clean No, It wouldn't mean a thing no, no No it would mean a thing no, no, no Humble pie is an acquired taste Emancipation like Mariah's tape My job be random testing but fuck it I'm high today And I'm so late because I isolate I'm left handed but ima write today I'm onnat The king of blues like Tookie or Cole Nat For the hoes that tested me like the OLSAT It's a whole wrap I'm standing on the business that we stole back On my momma these old raps I'm bad like Mike Jack with the nose flat My partner had his Final Flash with his back turned Them bullets hit his spine and as his back burned He ran for safety, 70 yards, and he fell to his knees An L for the G's Mightiest dogs fell to the fleas Rest in the peace And that's the same campus Hurts was at I was hurting at This infected me to see him sprayed where germs was it So I inhale just like Kirby while I'm searching where my words be at Still ain't found where the words be at I'm proud of me, I went and got my shit together And now a nigga sitting on conditioned leather And now when I hit restaurants I'm tipping better And all because I doubled down and didn't settle And it wouldn't mean a thing if my folks ain't eating No, it wouldn't mean a thing if my soul ain't clean No, It wouldn't mean a thing no, no No it would mean a thing no, no, no Ok For all them niggas trying to kill my dreams Want to see me fall but when I win it kill they self-esteem That's a beam Special cannon messing with my team So Kareem how I hooked the fire and hit my target just to get the ring Grew up in the hood but mentally I'm so serene I see myself running through a field of flowers hoping we All could grow, achieve the purpose that one soul could reach Spread the seeds and hope that they can grow to be the strongest tree Vision rooted in the culture hoping we can clean everything Hoping that these niggas can see every...