Poetic Justice (Instrumental) - Prod. Dior

DJ Swift on the track He got seventeen in his nina Mook got the keys jumping Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin', they think they keepers Whoever thought the menace'd sell out a whole arena? I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena Don't matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you, Selena Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal My father told me back in '01, it was Dickies and beepers I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people I tried to tell the game to him, I guess he didn't believe it I swear to God I fuck with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret Spin on they block, empty out clips for my lil' nigga, I'll beat 'em Shout out them OGs, keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher Watch how that money make him Change, he left his team on the bleachers This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater Told Joe let's take a trip to Cali just to see what bag's cheaper My youngin posted in the alley in all black, jeepers creepers Shout out to my lil' white bitch Alex, I get the coke from her people Got a lil' gutter bitch named Lisa, she gon' suck the whole team up And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams, not a Bimmer She a keeper, but I'm for damn sure gon' leave her I'm so sick, double cup, you know I'm lemon tea'd up For a brick, dope boys in the hood don't swipe no Visa Violence, I condone it, I just hope that you don't freeze up I come from the corner where you wanna keep the heat tucked Mike Amiri denim jeans, you know 'bout sixty G's stuffed Shout out the plug, blue Black Amigo, yeah, we love the re-up Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin', they think they keepers Whoever thought the menace'd sell out a whole arena? I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena Don't matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you, Selena Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal My father told me back in '01, it was Dickies and beepers I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people I tried to tell the game to him, I guess he didn't believe it I swear to God I fuck with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret Spin on they block, empty out clips for my lil' nigga, I'll beat 'em Shout out them OGs, keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher Watch how that money make him Change, he left his team on the bleachers This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater

Poetic justice Why not take your time to bring it back Instead of fuckin I might take a sip or two I fell in love with druggin I know I made mistakes Within my past just keep it thuggin Such scarred a soul Cinematic fully mugging I don't wanna talk disclose this shit I'm steady loving Heavy dozing off The codeine helps to make me noticed Give another minute of your day She wants attention Feeling pretty lucid hear the sounds above the ocean Set back don't tell yourself To make amends You'd never really get that I used to show but play pretend I never wish I missed half The time deserved to get on track I'm on a roll to get back On my homies Finna see I told em I would not lack Paid with supervision I could tell you shit not facts All these niggas talkin Niggas always on my nut sack I told you it's reality You fall right through the side track Everything I often see Poetic justice Why not take your time to bring it back Instead of fuckin I might take a sip or two I fell in love with druggin I know I made mistakes Within my past just keep it thuggin Such scarred a soul Cinematic fully mugging

Is there any bug to be found In this old cold town? Can't get love no matter how I try I wonder why (French Montana) Uh (uh) Uh (uh) (La musica de Harry Fraud) I dream filthy (dream), livin' risky (livin' risky) Poppin' pills, chase 'em down with Whiskey (down with) My neck and arm itchy (ah) Writin' down my sins in will, stackin' paper, livin' do or die We share advice if you was I before you crucify me You want the truth or lies? (truth or lies) 'cause real suicide Is when you live to seven-five but died at twenty-five Fightin' demons like I took a hunnid lives Wakin' up in cold sweat, livin' rhymes in my prime But I ain't peak yet (I ain't peak yet) I want the money and the respect (uh-huh) But, until they kill you, you nobody like Keith Sweat (man) Now fuck the rank if you ain't stuff it in the bank They caught the cash and ordered it You ain't make it from the mud, you bought a starter kit You wanna get me booked? CashApp me on my books (zoom) Gilbert Arenas, shoot myself in the foot (bah) I'm tyin' loose ends, I can't afford a stripe Pistol in the hood of the car, tied with shoe strings (skrrt) Streets in New York, it get grimy, can't lie to you (can't lie) Homie, that set me up, the one drove me to the hospital (uh) I can't lie, he was dead on scene Retaliation is a must, in Allah we trust Fear the woman's ain't no remorse (no remorse) And if you broke, don't even ask what the funeral cost And of course, it ain't fair, and nobody comin' to help you (help) And I don't need a shooter, I'ma do it myself (bah, bah, bah) Conspiracy is more time, I learned from Max (Max) It gets hard, his own brother, and you take the charge (that's hard) This the chronic for the hustlers, poetic with no justice (uh-huh) Cut the snakes off like the crypto with the Russians (uh-huh) Chasin' dollars but the currency is time (ha) You wanna hit the top, but you don't wanna do the climb (haan) Keep a Glock like Godfathers I'm on the block with the cold-hearted, let's get the show started Is there any bug to be found? In this old cold town Can't get love no matter how I try I wonder why Oh, can't seem to find a smiley face What's happenin' to the human race? No one appreciates you when it's right I wonder why