Digital Scale

[Intro:] Let's do this one for the streets! Uh, uh, uh Don't drop nine new, man! I will take it! Fifty, what up, boy? Bronx! Pop up! [Verse 1] Uh, my shit is blessed liek a take on a Bible Deaf poetry, my rhyme suicidal And I don't make a bed rock, I made a bed break You're so the type to call the police for a headache News slash, I got new sons And in the hood the OG niggas got pilled up by some new guns Damn it, boy, damn it boy! We can set you up with them androids Future is triggers on the way up Cause in the way in, I don't pay cut, skinny niggas lay up! Assisted in the bed by a bitch or ass No titties nigga, that's my A cut! Situation sweet, now we're off to [?] To ascend on my feet, now that's a [?] That's life, did I mention? I bought the iPod 2 in case you question my attention! [Verse 2] See, you was locked up for a body, now we're on! What? He most have told to somebody I got the chinchilla meat, dragon on the floor From them kids aborad, we're keeping [?] momma door and I ain't got nothing against these other rappers, but Please don't confuse me with other rappers cause [?] slash clapper If your baby momma talking shit, then I might slap her hands Tell her, go get you, make sure you bring your pistol Rooger is the OG and now my young boys official! Nigga, we're on that turned up, never, never calm shit [?] chains is on her neck [?] shit! Quit to pull my oozie on a nigga Lights, camera, action, make a movie on it, nigga! And if you cross the family, then you know he gotta die If my chain is blind, then how we gonna see eye to eye? Yeah! Quit to pull my oozie on a nigga Lights, camera, action, make a movie on it, nigga! Quit to pull my oozie on a nigga Lights, camera, action, make a movie on it, nigga!