Hall & Nash 2

Yo Living the cop dealers dream Prison was sweet my niggas Ran the whole thing Up in B block i had the knife in my greens Visions of a kilo whipping in my dreams I let my cooker whip i watch the shit expand Sky it on the table let it dry under the ceiling fan Every 30 grand got us another thousand grams Turned coke to oil in the frying pan (?????) I give the workers the package they push it Move the shit just as fact as we cook it He had a sack so we took it A hundred thou (???) Fly nigga has all there C/O bitched looking Ayo We so prolific we sold them fishes (???)) Rollies on the wrists we the most consistent The most exquisite put my hand on a thousand Quran's Versace trunks on at the palms ayo Bet a thousand on red ????? I can hollow your head or shoot your momma instead Smoke a blunt of sour soon as i get out of the bed ?????? You dead twirling the pot Got the raw coke dancing the work White on white like Pope Francis Black on black Lam i call the bitch ???? Plug said he can't take no losses I tell his ass me neither 2k for my sneakers 20 for a feature Seen niggas make brick money off of fucking reefer Fed boxes to my ceiling ????? I pray every day for a mean run (x4)