RE-ENTRY Lyrics

Started at Maryland

Two connects and a caravan

Used to be cameraman

Took a shot but it didn't pan

Now I connect words like ampersands

Started seeing grands

Schoolboy getting paper, but never seen a grant

Step your weight up nigga, you still seeing grams

You need to expand

Got money hand over fist

Pitching work underhand

You ain't from the land, so you won't understand

How crumbling plans, and the death of your mans

Could make you wanna blam something

Get some bricks, rent a whip and cram something

Pack the cans up and spam something

Cop a X6 and scam something

Low budget, but the guns and butter come in abundance

And we gon' risk it all cause we ain't have nothing

My life was the subject of so many discussions

Soon as I upped the budget, everybody start hushing

And everybody wanna eat, but everybody ain't hustling

Put your handout over here and we cutting it

Watch the circle shrink

WNBA, my Aces Spark the weakest Lynx

They letting all the shots go like the cheapest drinks

If he think we playing games

He better rethink

I'll get you popped in front of the precinct