BLOOD TIES

If I had to get this bread alone I'm cooking up baguettes

Don't call me on my telephone, If it ain't bout racks

You just need to let it go no point in looking back

You a pussy smell the pheromone, you need a Tampax

I'm the one ya wanna be, I got everything green

Weed, money, LSD Living stunningly indeed

I'm the one ya wanna be, I ball hard I'm Mr. Clean

Fresh as hell I'm Listerine, never sell out on my team

'Cause you can't get never get that back

I know my brothers got my back

When I hop up on a track