Pinball II (feat .Correy C)

I hope you figure it out
 Shine black man, melanin gold
 I hope you never get old
 Keep your youthful spirit
 I know the world will fear it
 You're the tip of the spear
 And with our dyin' breaths, I bet the world gon' hear it, look
 I been saving money for my taxes
 Bassy keep on jumpin' through these brackets
 I got 20 bitches coming back to the crib
 I make sure my niggas got some racks, what you need?
 They gon' shoot through niggas like it's practice
 I just make the money run some laps
 Every time I pass go see the cash grow
 We don't even act cordial, we assholes
 Bitches in my lasso, is that so?
 That's word to my last hoe, I'm that cold
 Runnin' through the town a black soul
 My past froze twenty-nine times over
 Look I have seen more than my time
 Lived nine lives for about twenty cats over, I told ya
 Everything you've done I done overdid, I'm over it
 Nigga, Dreamville, the whole coast, how we shouldered it?
 Them boys stale like toast when it's overdid
 I hope they quit for real
 But if they don't, I got a million joints
 I got the flow in pocket, the emoji rocket how I'm outta here
 A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show
 So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo
 Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game
 Keeping both eyes open wide rain man
 Crew high on that fuck your life drank man
 We slide in the bucket like paint
 Never gave a fuck, fuck what you might think
 Ran up in the club 'til they sent the lights in
 Had to tell the owner please let the lights dim
 Five more minutes see me a nice slim
 Thick bitch with the you, me and my grin
 Tell her bring the crew you me and my friends
 See where the night end with the right guy
 Trust me and my kin, speak with the right pen
 Creep like the lightning in the night sky
 Go deep Janet Jackson, we back-to-back in
 Black SUV's, black tints would you look at that?
 I'm booby-trapped in your fluid black skin
 No groupie action, your bougie accent
 You're truly classic, girl, we outta here
 Bas, it's Bassy
 Queens nigga with the Fiends nigga
 Got the bean waitin' in the pocket, ooh
 I asked P, what's poppin'?
 He said we are nigga, trips to DR nigga
 Got the borough jumpin' like it's J.R. Smith
 Know a couple niggas let the A-R spit
 Got no interest what you say y'all did
 Only where y'all live
 Smokin' blunts 'cause that's the way I live
 And where I live?
 Niggas dyin' front of their shorty, wives
 And their brother's ride on the other side
 Every death is like a hundred lives
 Flatlined from the black nine
 I could feel the pressure multiplying
 Make you feel like ain't no hope in trying
 But we always trying
 All this blood I bet it float to sea and wash out
 'Cause they don't want you to see but watch out
 Nigga, watch out
 See I want you to see
 I've been through so many things
 Things ain't always what they seem
 Hope you get the message
 I hope you figure it out
 Now I'm right where I belong
 Had to let it go
 All the pain I was holding on
 Now I get the message
 I had to figure it out
 You gotta feel the music, do you understand?
 It takes you higher and higher