SARS lyrics

[Verse]
Practice survival tactics
n*gga where the matches
Money under the mattress
Got this marijuana in me serving as distractions
Wouldn't be the worst thing that'll happen
Gee he a genie sitting next to me I rub his lamp and now we magic
Quit your childish blabbing
I've been washed over with the bad no wonder why I wreaking havoc
Fashion hella disguised you couldn't even sew the fabric
So cold I hold the North Pole captive
I'm too old for a hoe that's acting too bashful
Hard to be biblical spiritual when they always got the news flashing
Media wasn't my sh*t so I formed a new habit
Now this flow is all I got
Plus the fam, and the mob
From the hill
f*ck yo squad about
Hill mob smoke the supersonic loud
Need the biz we sport the black and then mob it out
Run yo pockets need a dollar we can't talk it out
If you mad speak it up what the f*ck yo problem bout
You know my n*ggas problematic
From the ten, the city clappin so I had to match it
Show them titerary glands if you feel the magic
From the land where the guns do the chitter chatter
And n*ggas tryna get the bread with a lil batter
n*gga please you ain't even see a n*gga squeeze
Trees all in my system
Life is what you make it so my n*ggas never mistaking the mission
[Bridge]
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck these n*ggas, get money
f*ck opinions, get money
And put yo n*ggas on, put you n*ggas on,x2