Steady Rock RLSG KD (Ft. GrindHard E & RMC Mike)

[Intro: RMC Mike]
Bitch

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I'm in the lab with the gang, pourin' eights up
I'm sick and tired of all these niggas wearin' fake buffs
I told Danny hit my line for a shape-up
I'm my own boss, I ain't never took a pay cut
Oh, you got a thousand grams of dog, nigga, say what?
I got a hundred grams of hard I just made up
We gon' take this shit OT and fuck the K up
Or shoot this shit down to Tennessee for a layup
I got some giffies on me too, I need eight hun'
Lil' bro got 'bows for twenty-three like he Draymond
And I got some hoes sellin' weave like it's Avon
My young dog all about his green like Rajon
Twenty-two hoes came with me, I feel like Tayshaun
Prince, nigga, if you want my bitch, you gotta take mine
Had KD step on this brick at least eight times
We only sellin' twenty rocks or better, boy, I hate dimes

[Verse 2: RLSG KD & GrindHard E]
Married to the game, I ain't never wore a tux
My fiend came to the spot with like eight bucks
Last thirty minutes, we done smoked eight blunts
Makin' love to this bitch, but it's really lust
I got a play for eight hundred, so I'm in a rush
I got a deuce of Hi-Tech in a small Crush
And I got a pint of Hi-Tech that I put up
C-Ball in the kitchen doin' a cook-up
He said he got a sixty-inch, I told him pull up
He don't know he gettin' a point-seven when he pull up
My fiend got a six of Hi-Tech, I told him pull up
I'ma punch him dead in his shit if it ain't none
My fiend JB got a grass-cuttin' gig
I told him cut the grass Friday, I don't think he did
This nigga called me with some 'bows, but I don't think they his
Told him if the price right, pull up at my crib