Been Laydin

[Verse 1: Spark Master Tape] Stumbling down Fulton Street mobbin word to Manhattan If you knew my man's habbits you would know we back at it Hit my bong ash in the water call it Bin Laden Got some new hollow tips more hollow than I been having Plus I got a big habit Under my seat I got a piece, sickle and a hatchet Wooden clubs keep my girl in a cave We never scared or we strange We get high And I been lost for days I got an imprint of my AK on my memory foam mattress And my mind barely functions But my shootings good practice And we don't fuck with no bitches Unless these hoes get ratchet And if we do fuck with them bitches They come with they own mattress We Sparking - Mastering tape Spark gon march don't stand in the way Ain't no shit gon' catch grenade 8 thaws hit if you try to get cray Bang! SCHPARK Ayy charlie man, let me perculate a minute right, how in the FUCK How in the fuck these cats think they fly right When they ain't even learned to fall, I been fallin, my team been fallin But the PLATOONGONRISE And we gon' get this money Why is it that, behind these dark shades theres a man that Destroys everything he loves [Verse 2: Spark Master Tape] I’m movin' up, my movement like the movie Up I'm stuck, I'm moving blue green drugs Bury my own brothers over two mean mugs Who be loved, we sleep inside a Blanket filled with groupie love Kush signed my life up and damn... I just seen my dead homie instagram And so we back on the block to find 'em Stupid fuckboys we gon' down 'em If I do time I'll be fine So long as we done shot and got 'em Yeah How we live If we get some paper maybe see my kids If a motherfucker try to peel my lid Imma have to empty 3 more clips like Uhhh