Sustenance

[Intro:James SwanQo] In the crates again... Organic Nigga... From the heart nigga No thought to it Always been a money getting nigga [Verse 1: James SwanQo] I ain't known for the punchlines, my shit is just deep Just give me a week, I'll take over this shit in my sleep Closed eyes in the physical and mentally weak But my third eye's open for them niggas who creep I got a fetish For pushing big Lexus, baguettes sick Fresh cut, high top fade, spend a check shit With Saks 5th, grass fed beef, with a swagg clique Movie style in the restaurant, order mad shit Cigar puffin Spaghetti plate with the large portion Half-bred muthafuckas ain't got nothing My team's loud Could hear the sound when the gods rush in I buss' a nigga real quick if the gods frontin The ill rugged Pill love and a freak diva The red bottoms She don't fuck with the Jordans neither The real The crab niggas never gon' feel Till you heat they ass up now they swagg's on chill It's the realest Shout out to my real dread niggas Station the whole team out in Mexican villas The work moving Early morning with the trap movements Brooklyn bangers like Lopez and Williams shooting My mind says put these niggas in pine beds Leave the scene bloody enemies know what time it is Fa real We go buck wild and crazy Henny got me bent, twisted just like some laces [Verse 2: Skeemz] They say the good die young Was hood fly in them ones Good rhymes for the fun You push pies by the ton? We both serve coke but mine refers to flow Supply the Kurtis Blow Break em down into O's Design art for show Gallery from the Galixee I'm eating rappers only beef over salad please Don't challenge me Full blown athlete Run the game, jumping out of rides, swinging at the king I ain't ballin Referee the sportsman And call shots over phones for endorsements Pull like a door Hold weight, earth's core Ring bells like a call, crowd saying give em more So I does that Fill up the tommy on you Rugrats Ain't a cartoon know yard goons that love that Run rap Run tell that Niggas relax I'm taking shots like a point guard, bitches rub back Real life, don't feel right If I ain't ill write I'd be just as sick in another game I feel like Best that ever done it still doing it Never ruin it Know that money talks only language that I'm fluent in Fly bitches flew em in Plain Jane's next flight Go and see them lames for them plain clothes, tight white Mad cause I'm slanging on ya girl when you leave town Know the flow is cold enough to turn the degrees down You'll see now I'm a visionary, missionary Fucking the game just know my mission is to get you buried The flow is cemetery Everything around me getting deaded when I'm repping like a legend with a vengeance Shall I mention? Collect the money like a pension The general commands a salute, stand at attention Uh I'm running drills on you rap tools, act fool Guarantee black suits tonight cause I'm that smooth