38 Spesh, Harry Fraud, Conway the Machine - Two 23's Lyrics

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

Ayo, in the pens, I never stressed visits
I know niggas that was facing the death sentence in the best spirits
Big gate circle this prime real estate, and Inmates the best tenants
My niggas lets finish
The wrong friendships set limits, you expect growth when a yes man is your best critic?
I could lose it all and just get it
We value money different, cause you gotta buy your respect with it
Huh, you start selling white and became the best
You niggas ain't the same as Spesh
I never send bricks twice to the same address
I might take a L on the squares, like a knight in a game of Chess
I learned from Og's and vets, the quietest in the room might just be the connect
I took footnotes, and I repeated the steps
Somehow ended up with both feet on they necks
Niggas, and I'm standing here aggressively
Like, don't question me, bullets in your head, open sesame
I don't need them folks to invest in me
Never let a nigga be the controller of your destiny
Trust

Brody in his cell, prayer rug, and his holy Quran
They let Cutter out of the pen, and he coming home to a Don
Killer Tone still be on go with his pole in his palm
I'm talking 223's, thats Jordan Lebron
In the booth, like under my shirt I'm hoarding a bomb
Know some niggas that will kick your door, and torture your mom
The Universe be talking, but you niggas ignoring the signs
Niggas forty, but they still say the boy in his prime
Pull up rocking boutique drip from a store in Milan
Put that on yours and mine
They creating narratives, but never do the stories align
I ain't on your top five list, then that's surely a crime
Move the bricks, wash the money thru my shorties salon
Got the shit on, my Tux be Victoria designed
Hop out the truck, I got my hand on my forty, I'm crying
Im saying, talk to em king
Trust