Principle (feat. Whiteloaf)

Its in my bloodline to play with them chemicals

He ain't even family, don't get the principle

What the fuck, he ain't tryna up the decimal

How the fuck they rap on beats ain't original

We a slide through with it, don't forget about it

How we pull up in the night, you ain't hear about it

I'll break this bitch down, drop a gear about it

Chevy bout to break down, you can hear it prolly

I can rebuild a motor, can't rebuild my heart

I need like a hundred k just to make it start

Tay K do the race, put me on the chart

Smoking big gas, bag smelling like a fart

Came back with the family, traditional

I can see you sneak dissing that's subliminal

How you act in a situation critical

We been working way too hard, you don't get it though

Working all night, so we never really get no sleep

All that talking shit, I would hope you have some Listerine

I cut the chunk twice, and it's still looking like Mr. Clean

Chop my crop down about two weeks that I've been trimming weed

World full of rats, and I'm just trying to really get the cheese

Got the plug on foreign drink, I'm fucking up and sipping lean

A band for a bow, that ain't enough I won't be flipping P's

My man's talking shit, that's okay, won't let it get to me

And I ain't in a band, but this drum will send a 50 piece

Now I'm on a trip, eating good, feel like Triple D

National parks, I'll ask a stranger, take a pic of me

My girl body banging, ain't no stripper, but she'll strip for me

Growing cannabis, these plants are bigger than a Christmas tree

Buy a sheet at full price, and you'll get a strip for free

Loaf interrupting me, telling me, come hit this weed

This shit is tasting so good, I don't care bout THC

My youngin's stay spinning blocks like a cyclone

I pulled this nug right off the plant just like a pine cone

Feel like Wayne, just poured a four up in the styrofoam

Getting real cheese, got a pocket full of provolone

It's about a dollar the beef was never personal

Dummy roll on me, bussin like a sloppy joe

Bread Boys in your city, you better lock your door

It ain't always about what you know, it's bout who you know

Play it smooth, make your moves with intelligence

I can't quit until my wrist hitting like the president

They kicked me out of college for selling weed to all the residents

Walking around the hood like a pharmacy, come get your medicines

Hey Jack, you ain't never have to lie to kick it

Bitch wanna fuck, best believe I buttered that biscuit

We couldn't hit you with no pack, little bro, you couldn't flip it

So don't ask me for no favors shit, not even on Christmas