Huey

Foot and hand on the gates
 We was jumping 'em, fuck, I'm like quicksand in my ways
 Was always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and an ambulance came
 The first time, which ain't fast if you Los Angeles-raised (nigga)
 My bitch say the spliff take the soul from me (ayy)
 And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby
 Beat the fuckin' beat like it stole from me
 You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature, or quote from me (bitch)
 I'm off Delancey, I reek of reefer and show money
 It's Early running with niggas who cold running shit
 The wins like lotion
 He get 'em, he gon' rub 'em in
 Critics pretend they get it, and bitches just don't fuck with him
 I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother
 Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine in it
 Or Colt .45 in it, you know how I get it
 I'm toasting myself, and a toast to all my niggas
 And ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell
 And I gotta jot it quick 'cause I can't focus so well
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 And now, a formal introduction