27 Years Of Art

All I want is clean sheets like am Goldie standing on the post taking shots like I'm Caslas.

We used to stay afloat 8n the shallow now we go deep ,

Cops give you fish and they Come for your deep freeze.

I stack on on my self chopping heads like a locust.

I might be a men living large like Pablo but in the end look Ma no hands like Che black boy is gone Bear .

Gang on gang who cares streets violence they'll say or he shot back on chase.

I've seen niggas die for bate and I've seen niggas die for hoes and drinks,

I'd rather chop a Bong than to die for a drip.

I take life as a long strip and am still on my Day one strip.

Counting on this day and night shift like a prisoner just smashed beers with my niggas at midnight.

Phoney niggas get crashed robbing niggas we were raised by ,

Your uncle was a G the only reason why you live we'll Be respecting his blood why you living like the one you aint Never stole a penny you aint never stole a pen,