Mook In New Mexico

[Produced by Ogee Handz] [Intro] Fuck a penny for your thoughts, nigga, anyhow I just called my nigga Ron, he brought the Henny out Got them things in the Kool-Aid in this motherfucker Like a gang of Gorillas in this motherfucker [Hook] That's a closed book, when she with me got your bitch open And she don't get mook, when she with me got your bitch smokin' Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert That's a closed book, when she with me got your bitch open And she don't get mook, when she with me got your bitch smokin' Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert [Verse 1] No tats but my passport got plenty I board flights and I ask, "Do you got Henny?" And she say, "Courvoisier" I say, "Fuck it, I would like plenty" How many these nights do I got in me Couldn't really tell blind, everyday the same time Picture every face drawn on got on a for sale sign Me? I gotta stay sharp, can't afford a stale mind See? I'm 'bout my bread, motherfucker And I can't afford a stale mind My city grimy, that Rolie shiny, well, you can't afford to tell time And they gotta take squats on the jail time Cause nobody got guap for the bail bonds And they had to get street cause college ain't cheap and Mama gon' eat, if we gotta pop heat so be it Puttin' in work, Soviet, and that shit work, you see it Put your latest work in a hearse and I send it to the dirt Lil nigga, that's where your CD is, CC 'em Ah, put 'em on alert, me? I make art cause it's from the heart Love me 'til I'm gone, when I die you gon' have to hit a fuckin' museum to see it, Bas [Hook] That's a closed book, when she with me got your bitch open And she don't get mook, when she with me got your bitch smokin' Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert [Verse 2] Yeah, you know the models on the coupe But you don't even know what's in your food Nigga, Google it, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Put your young ass in debt Now they got hands on your handsome check You in check, nigga, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert She catchin' VD's and passin' 'em off like TD's and you knee deep Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Yeah, whole country at war And you don't even know what for cause we only want more Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert