Alpha ft. Eddie Kaine & Rim Lyrics

Uh

Yes

Uh huh

Its Kaine

Yes

Flow Crazy, I'm so crazy

I'm so 80's baby

Crack Era, Ronald Reagan baby

Save me, no memory card needed

Spend most my time getting drunk and weeded

But I call plays and get paper all day

Don't discriminate either

I get paper all ways

I'm out there night time

I'm out there broad day

Lobby, backyard , front yard or hallway

I'm just to eager to be straight in my pockets

Cause bills nowadays hit me straight in my pockets

All that good fly shit, I be trying to rock it

And I'm a cash spender no swipe when I cop it

Rim, what's good on a money bag?

Cause niggas playing out here like they don't want the cash

They wanna be broke and well known that bad

I guess they good with a like and a hashtag

A craft master

The bars are slick, the oil castor

I'm in a different space, you couldn't get in with NASA

Like pastor, Troy we ready

Me and Eddie we get to the fetty

You couldn't stop the flow with a levy

Skully top, don't get plucked tryna land on mine

In the booth eatin' and only for self I dine

Got nothing but punches, Ballrog

And the pigs tryna take ya shine, they ball hog

I don't coast guard, or ride waves this high tides

Ain't never scared to throw the hands like a high five

Who livin' just to survive, my plights justified

It's not about the fall it's the way that you gon' rise

That bag light, I don't act right, its never a might

You scary for numbers, you wouldn't shoot dice

Hank Aaron, I only roll bats that's hitters

It's a cold world, don't get your shivers

You stamped, better deliver

You movin' nowhere in the same spot, slow dance

Can't monopolize in a community with no chance

Life hits you fast and quick

Boom, with no hands

Better make it happen

We ain't listening to no rants

Its a dope ban

They only want trash that's laced

Traced to an era where crack was base

Zombies on the cheese line with a twisted face

Sell your soul just to get a taste

I need the bag with no case

I'm from the core of the rotten apple

Never steered by fear

And that's off top facts without a Snapple

Don't get caught and let it trap you

It's fast paced, moving slow out here

Will have the wolves getting at you

And you cant compare a relic to a souvenir

You niggas turned fiends

I treat the weed as my consigliere

Get work done and put it in the air

Same cycle, gotta feed the fam

Always sticking to the plans

Or have backup

Treating life like an interview

But never slack up

The negative thinking will never add up