Ion Dat Ces Cru

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
I give a
Fuck what you've heard about
My Cru in the street, through word-of-mouth
My block they shopping the curb for couches
And poppin' the locks off of urban houses, while
Y'all rocking them urban outfits
Move 'til you drop, and they serving ounces
Dressed hella clean like a firm accountant
So when a cop trip he don't worry about shit
You don't know us, you can get the business
Tax you for cash and conflicted interest
My flow caress, so CES, we coalesce
We're throwing a show, one set, no requests
Claim the Playground, tear the place down
Hold 'em on the walls, then spit out tank rounds
I pull the tank out the house
Send the ransom to my PayPal account
Drop the dope, fresh photo op and pose
With a Roscoe Moe, and an Optimo
Ces-philes is coming, better lock your cribs
Sikenomics.com and cop the fence, it's hot shit!
Something that you got to get
Lil' change in a pocket to profit with
These dudes sell firebag
You sell the brown with big frowns, tell 'em why you mad