Letterman Ces Cru

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
Ha
I got a box heart made of prose
Shot target, aim at those
Rock star favor so it's not hard to stay afloat
Me and all my 'A' to 'Z', we got along so famously
Pretty far from famous though
City scar, but hey it's home
Pretty broad, painted toes, feelin' so unfadable
Winnin' like we 8 and 0, I'm just tryna let you know
Exchange of flows, cash checks at the bank and loan
Fresh like change of clothes
Sex, lights made it glow
Set time, day and show, feel my vibe radiate
Ma-Made it for the radio, sa-sat it by the radiator
Next life maybe, throw a shout out to Eusébio
In this rhyme scheme his name'll go
I'm just sayin' though
Da-Daddy told me, "take it slow, son, watch ya baby grow."
Truthfully, my baby grew these days, I got a 8 year old
Makin' dough, startin' LLC, let him take control
When I tour, I pray he safe alone and don't break a bone
Streets not paved with gold
Keep watch, wait and hold
These blocks crazy cold
I seen rocks made of soap
Beat cops Jason, when will fiends stop slangin' dope
He watch, they condone, we got to break the MO
So I took a brake, I ain't tryna take a brick
Get a quote, change the code, I quit
That's the way it is
I wonder to myself (self)
What is more dangerous
To let him run the streets, or teach him foreign languages, ah