Down For It

Fuck the rap the scene I ain't down for the culture

Act for one an other I'm surrounded by vultures

They only want a piece but not the piece that we holster

My heart is made of ice my drinks are getting colder

Orders on the road always throwing down chips

Shit I'll never show my cards and keep the chip on my shoulder

Folding ain't any option docs say I'm sick

My ops treat ya bitch like a trashed out Corolla

Let's dance with the devil while I'm pushing all these keys

Trynna find the ones to heavens gates what I need

My crew we some demons we do better on the street

Breaking bread every season break your bed every week