Farmer

I'm not a farmer, but I can sale you blocks of cotton

Hit it with the baking soda, have your neighborhood rocking

Or I can serve you pounds of lettuce

Move it through ya neighborhood

I'm moving like the hood legends

Remember going bowl for bowl

Weed had niggas pockets swollen

Had to get some money getting it in is all I really know

Nickel bag to OZ's, quarter pounds to half a P

Worked my way up to a pound

I had to hustle for it g