Blueprints ft. Noso & D Rome Lyrics

Thought you knew this, tired of the two six

Feel like Michael Schofield, I got tatted with the blueprints

You ain't got a money counter, but you just alluded

To making more than me, you switch up

We could never do this, Nah

Dirty Fanta, running with the scammers

MJ with the glove, you can't get prints up on the hammer

I just made em dance, scoring like I'm Deion Sanders

RIP to bands, I was bumping country grammar, Ay

Now I'm in the Creek with tequila

I had dope bands, chilling with the real ones

In the bando, I was never lacking

In the bando, I was never lacking

Never lacking, posted on the ave where this shit get hella tragic

Ain't nobody seen him, bro got disappeared like magic

Move behind the scenes, not on the screens about that action

We ain't never acting Ain't a killer, but don't push me cause I came up where it's Savage

Watch for how you moving, shit, they holdings automatic

Gotta flex the shit we got, cause coming up we never had it

Yeah, far from Average, real until the casket

Blizzy filled with Indica, you know that I'm relaxing

Philly to the flame, burn that 3-5 down to ashes

Hit a three like free throws, green to make the basket

Still been bumping bands, stacking bundled in elastics

Had to flip the script, got the bag doing gymnastics

Eight ball in the side pocket, sticked it in the plastic

Shit ain't going right, and you get left for trying to tax it

Used to serve the fiends and the attics for they habits

Ignorance is bliss, but that shit come with attachments

Really about that action since I went out of my catchment

Still don't got a catchphrase, Chiller wreaking havoc

Yeah, I got the polo ball like Luka on the Mavericks

D Rome had that B.B. on when he was going spastic

Martinez said to make it, don't be caught up in the past tense

One side is Canadian, my other side is Aztec

Ten down how I'm repping, what I step in to my last breath

Never send a message if you know it's not delivered

I'm drinking way too much and it be fucking up my liver

Man, I see some things and I've been going through a lot

Only thing is stopping me is sticking to the plot

But I'm on a straight and narrow, pull it, let it pop

All these mountains made of marrow, when is it gonna stop

Miracles are made of fantasy, so can you lend a hand to me

Cause time continues ticking and I'm missing me a watch

Fucking up my wrist while I be beating up the box

And you're not even a friend of me, man, fuck you think this is

I pushed your hairline back, your homie said it's a trim

If we're really gonna cap, then I never sin

And I know where to go

Know of this place, like the palm of my hand

I don't know

Where we will go, I might need me a map

Thought you knew this, tired of the two six

Feel like Michael Schofield, I got tatted with the blueprints

You ain't got a money counter, but you just alluded

To making more than me, you switch up

We could never do this, Nah

Dirty Fanta, running with the scammers

MJ with the glove, you can't get prints up on the hammer

I just made em dance, scoring like I'm Deion Sanders

RIP to bands, I was bumping country grammar, Ay

Now I'm in the Creek with tequila

I had dope bands, chilling with the real ones

In the bando, I was never lacking

In the bando, I was never lacking