Crack at the Core

Im Seeking substance, in taking these illegal substances

Fearing nothing living fast like fuck the consequences

Im willing to risk it, just for the fame and the riches

Im lying a bitch, but I’ll never hang around no snitches

There’s Money on my mind, so I’m seeking out profit

Walking around plotting on robbing niggas at the college

I still got major warrants in like three different states

A nigga Laying low in my aunts attic smoking my life away

Im a real crash out boy bitch no AB and Deen

The way that I terminate shit, you would think I was a machine

I got bitch named Roxy, who be high on them OXY’s

The bitch be getting drunk, then be trying to fucking box me

Im out of stamina, from tearing down flock cameras

We need our damn privacy, at least we trap with manners

What you know about searching the vitamin store looking for cut

Trying to stretch the coke just to make you an extra buck?

I feel like I made it off death row like Daz and Kurupt

The police bust my trap but my stash was in the truck

They never checked it just like Im never checked

I got stripes in the street and really earned my respect

Im glad that I made it out, but I still saved me an ounce

Just In case the time comes to get back on the route

Never been after clout but what else am Im supposed to rap about

Im not sad, i don’t miss my dad, I just sell crack

And stay in the lab, with the shark teeth and razor blade slabs

Overtime ive became great at math

Im on a great path but Im still the dope dealer at the core

There’s cocaine, pills, weed and meth leaking from the pores

I guess When it rains it pours and when there’s no pain Im bored

I would like to remain ignored I made stones with sword