Chamber

The boy been gone a few summers
Too long for road runnin
Trunk full of old hundreds of course
My old level was gory
Grow grubbin don’t tell me they
Don’t hunt us for sport i chose substances
No cuddles
The bases is all covered niggas come
In the door and smoke
Somethin choke up on the slugger
For home run hitters
Nigga it’s on chest up his
Head tucked on the floor
We pressed up on the boy no more bluff-in
Cold summers, don’t tussle with strangers
Some of those keep one in the chamber
Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped
I was stuck in a hanger nigga
Muffle my pen and muzzle my brain up
Really I’m just making sure
My promise is kept
Chump confused if he know it’s the end
Kept the truth and I’m pounding my chest
See it through
Keep a noose hangin off of my neck
You got the juice? Niggas corny as shit
We on the loose, niggas know what it is
We makin moves you niggas corny as shit
We got the juice