papi (35 a gram)

, 35 a gram is too much for me, they got it for 29 up the street, so please, papi, work with me, cuz see 35 g's for a key is too much for me, 35 a gram is too much for me, they got it for 29 up the street, so please, papi, work with me, cuz see i don't wanna hurt you papi, no i don't usually rap about crack and all that, i ain't doing the devil's job, nah, fuck that, and i don't usually just rap to jaw jack, but i'ma take you back, way back, before rap, before i had to fight with a kid got clapped, before all of my fist fights and nap nap, i grind full time son, va was the jump off, in somebody's city with mad coke to dump off, nah, we ain't come to act wild, we came to introduce you and your hood to this crack vial, make a couple of big niggaz turn fragile, get some money, shoot a few niggaz and then be out, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, hit it, we wanted it so we had to get out and go get it, so every month i was uptown, tryin' to get papi's high ass coke price to come the fuck down, i was livin' like a moron, the old e days, the game is a oxymoron; we sold free base, my partner was two face; he smiled when we was face to face, soon as i turn my back he made the screw face, i know he want my spot, he know he got to kill me to get it, i don't care if i'm found guilty or acquitted, niggaz gon' feel me on some shiddit, cuz they know i'm a nigga that did it, not just a nigga that spit it, send you to the bottomless pizzit, then go to jail and get hed on a conjugal visit, yo, come here exquisite, um nah forget it, i'ma stick to the script so niggaz can get with it, martinsville, virginia, richmond, sittin' in the kitchen, crackhead cookin' up the batch then, not matchin', same draws with shit stains, sellin' the same shit somebody sold to rick james,