Reign On ISO Indies

[Intro: Dillmatic]
Indies
Shit is real in the field, B
Niggas dyin' out here everyday, B
Whoo!

[Verse 1: Dillmatic]
‘Matic like auto, no tune, I blow your fuse
Check the watch, I’m like, “Yeah, it's past your buds, you still connectin' them dots”
Watch for opps, they tryna pull us down like slots
Yo, we crusin’ down the block in a hotbox
Fronto [?] in them Ziploc, grew up a screw up, so my face screw up
Gotta fill my crew up, it's the I-S-O, I reap and I sow
Give and go off the rebound, if my niggas need assist
Hit or miss, we still winnin' wit' no bricks, my nigga
I'm a lowkey vigilante and a steamer like Stanley
I got ‘em, foldin' under pressurе, fire spliffs my guilty pleasure, yo
Onе man's trash could be another man's treasure
Every dog has his day, so fetch this bone for the day

[Chorus: Dillmatic]
I keep the family close and my enemies further
Watch the ones you toast with and the ones with the toaster
Watch the money you post up, the ones that play the block, post up
Waitin’ on you close up, close up