Tanqueray, Pt. 3

I hated my fuckin' father for that bottle and the liquor that he swallowed Wanted his love to lead but the E&J never followed Broke the addiction, love was inflicted to my provado We continued to connect like a unibrow, Frida Kahlo Hate society powered by the high and mighty dollar Influenced by Shottas, Belly, Scarface, 2PAC and Big Poppas Funerals turn to operas, sarcophagus is my coffin Swear you kill it, you possum, rock em sock em with that neck talk Be careful you'll get capped for capping tell em' it's yo' vest fault Bucket list you'll get checked off Shut your mouth when the best talk Leaders run shit for hundreds, you follow I let the rest walk, please We placing value on dreams You're still sipping on lean 2018, need catch up or left back I'm Kobe Bryant with the step back Fuck rap where the check at You check for checks on Twitter, dawg, check for that deposit Snapped on beats like Kevin Ware, who dare gon' test how dope my pot is No, I never sold dope, check my pen and see I'm a lier I'm kerosene to a fire So what you need, I'll supply ya Check the gear that I'm buying I'm flying buy ya I'm flyer, Tuskegee nigga believe it's a Goodyear never tired Niggas throwing salt but I've been seasoned in this shit We the new era, professional bumping Steez up in the whip I got the keys to this shit, and never needed DJ Khaled I'm a fiend of this shit, push a wonderland full of alice. This that shit that's gon' make you bounce, this that shit that's gon' make you move This that shit that's gon' make you bounce, this that shit that's gon' make you move Some say the Blacker the Berry, the sweeter the juice Some say the darker the flesh, the deeper the roots Let the Army salute Let the Army salute Let the Army salute Let the Army salute Yo, General, it's been a while, to ring that Call of Duty New Fela Kuti, while I'm grooving, shoulders lil' Uzi I doubled down to double up, the fuck these niggas doing You stealing credits with no recognition of influence Came back, wavy wave cap, it's the revolution Gil Scott, ready or not, can never fool a Fugee Never trust a big smile and a juicy booty Or these greedy niggas perpetrating watching every move Sad, only see dead bodies when I watch the news Dead presidents it fill my title of my black man blues Oh me, oh my, they say numbers don't lie Scoreboard, niggas shave the point the play on both sides I'm on a tangent, goddamn, a sin need no cosign Fire flame, global warming, storming prone to your mind I contemplate my ages, pipe down, all words that fill my pages All black like I play for Oakland Raiders If you want long wood I need some paper New freezer, nice to meet ya Pancake flow flip, it's nice to eat ya Bite sound, go down, like nitti features Ball so hard you on the blenchers You can't play a playa, playa On my playa playa playa shit Said that players club don't pay enough, she on some other shit Ayy, ayy, shake that Laffy taffy on my chicostick I throwing long dick and middle fingers to the government Mad cuz I'm styling on you And your homies, nigga We working getting Bally's on you So get your weight up, nigga This that shit that's gon' make you bounce, this that shit that's gon' make you move This that shit that's gon' make you bounce, this that shit that's gon' make you move Some say the Blacker the Berry, the sweeter the juice Some say the darker the flesh, the deeper the roots Let the Army salute Let the Army salute Let the Army salute Let the Army salute