Malibu Cigarillos

Yeah, born and raised in a dopefiend's navel

 

Balled like batshit, was nothin' to hang you

 

Prolly seein' flames like you're holdin' a candle

 

Not once have I not done it for my fans though

 

Malibu cigarillos with my kinfolk

 

Told my cousin we could bring it to your front door

 

Man, I swear, I'm talkin' real to you

 

Can't you see? I'm bein' real to you

 

Gimme a call, I'll come through, drop you a verse

 

What a shame, your moms and your pops had to go and die first

 

We was supposed to blow and kill this shit

 

Back in '09, me and you, cousin

 

I was only tryna keep it real with you

 

I'm just tryna keep it real with you