Major Distribution Lyrics

Okay, listen Kelly season is approaching

Platinum on the wall like it's supposed to

State golden like I stay in Oakland

Dirty 30 on me it's a token

Not a weapon just a lawyer

I'm hoping they won't take a hold of all of my holdings

That's some broke shit that's part of my old days

Yeah, ayy, back to basics and I'm back to old ways

Heating up a heart is cold like Rod Wave

All I do is ride around with Colgates

Why

Cause niggas talk shit until it's too late

Sharing walls like you stay with roommates

All you rappers fake cap and fugaze

All you rappers gone instinct like Blu-rays

All these rappers fruity like a blueberry

All these rappers better with a suitcase

Ask me why I always pack the toothpaste

All the squad chilling smoking lala

Speech robotics, straight out Futurama

Hyperbolic, people think I'm loco

This year I got them in the chokehold

Fuck around, find out pretty quickly

No bricks, shout out to Chris Brickley

Revving up the Vette in the 6th speed

Left the barber cleaned up with a crispy

Woah, hey

Distribution, police wanna frisk me

Hoes come back and forth like frisbees

All I do is rap, fuck and mix beats

All they do is fumble bags, 200 mils

Just like I play for the Grizzlies

You went to the top, you ain't see me, you missed me

You went to the top, you ain't see me, you missed me

Yeah

It's just a, it's just a mixtape, you know

Yeah