SHEETS AND FUNNEL AGENDA

Yeah, nah where the sheets at? You got the sheets? Aight, for sure nigga I'm dryin' the phone right now Nigga chill the fuck out My father the accountant Show me how the money work My homie the plug Sold me hundred pounds of work But the homie fucked up His money poppin' all them percs Got cut off, now I'm poppin' Let's just say all them niggas hurt My brother, Rico, they shot him Swear to God it hurt me Need to see my OP blood as he leave Earth I sold my OG drugs, it wasn't worth it 'Cause the last time I seen him man He was slurrin' his words Realize sometimes it's ignorance I prefer Gives me peace of mind 'cause I'm knowin' That knowing's much worse sold drugs Slipped the money inside of my mom's purse 'Cause before I love the money I'm lovin' my moms first I need that western bread Then I'm going east with it Tell the queen I need some head But shawty I won't never beg I got a 30 by my briefs I might bust that 12 with And I been in the field for the stretch Niggas talking mad shit, get pressed Niggas popping mad pills, that's press Niggas flexing mad bills, they next On my list, I stressed I don't need nobody's acceptance And homie I don't need respect Matter fact, I'ma need your necklace And when I slide Your pride I'ma leave you with Check his pockets, take his shoes And leave no witness 'Cause I don't need police in my shit Need some money to free Fleezy with Need some seeds to plant some trees with it Bands infused to feed my people with Been in the dark and now they see we lit Got niggas mad They girl with me and her bikini strippin' Seeing better days from all the Ps that we flipped duckin' 12, COVID-19 And all these lynchings Keep my G lock in a mask man I don't need no symptoms And my sheets and funnel Where the sheets? Where the sheets? Nigga roll this shit up yeah, man My pop showed me the motor and the cold And the blower and to roll up I can almost chuck my pains Up out this old truck Living under the old sun, sound like Barbosa And UV couldn't get too close to him He get toast up any leak that's snipped by Fishermans but not grieved Indiscretion of men to lemon So what I believe from slot we feed Monopoly board, amosite, conquer peace Mil', three cribs is an apartment piece Scan my carpet when I drop a pink Scan the parking lot for cops Cruisers turning into Hydras I was diphenhydramine poppin' in ninth grade Just to try to sleep Had all the Nyquil but just not a sneeze They couldn't hack it when They got their jackets, We couldn't jack it We was making rackets Chasing racks and saving half the fashion Was only a fraction Eyes crack as early as math Wisecrack, the whip and space-time continuum In my grasp I pity the atom before I scatter 'em Knowing the only disorder is Growing out these patterns A perfect atmosphere become a padded room My girl miscast by, reach into that wound This is your life You never knew you would fight for It until you could've lost it Now you feel obnoxious looking Back at forfeit's, No more blushing Too much carbon extracted and Too few fossils, No more blood Money soaking our existence No more us and so it goes man playing coach Play it how it go and get it how you live Crazy how you barely knowing shawty she Out from out your rib Crazy that you could be shot Visiting the house you built And niggas always ask me why I Make this shit about myself I put the city on the brim of my hat And in the mid of my back I gave away pieces of my heart Know I ain't getting them back Threw 'em over the Ops showed her like Lonzo Store the dope in the console Where the tires go my eyes low baby Eight bring the chest pound like Milo Yeah mavi, Sideshow Smoking like a hit from the Fronto Eight bring the chest pound like Milo Mavi, Sideshow smoking like the Fronto Damn son how many we done smoked? How many we done smoked? Who kept- anybody countin'? Man, somebody be countin' man Man, this shit gotta stop Man, shit ain't never gon' stop