Not Told

Lyrics for Not Told

I'm in that all black boat You see how I be leanin' like I'm on that dope Certified grimy nigga, wore that coat Knock your ass over like poor black folk Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats, take notes Play the stove, lames are disposed Tre 8 Os bang in your clothes Train hoes The game is to be sold not told Learned life lessons, late night fighting leopards Polo'd down like Tyson Beckford Flow is nice, the blow is white like Robert Redford Little homie, this is just textbook Flesh is cook, bust my gun like them kids in Red Hook Keep it jumping like Russell Westbrook It's can't be better put We live fast, got a lead foot Push 7s out in Meadow Brook Ya melon get whooped Will find your skeleton in the hood I sat and had a sip at the gentleman's club Intelligent writers, pockets got elephantiasis Come with choppers like helicopter pilots I drive a 5 lopsided, pop iron Trying to make a hole for you like lineman Designer trends is high end I'm disguised in Cartiers is wide thin Keep my eyes hid Take advice from wise men with ends Rhymes is deep You might want to dive in and swim Uh, you feel the pain in the music My ways are polluted Big chain hang stupid That's how we do shit, chill nigga You already know how we play, nigga I'm in that all black boat You see how I be leanin' like I'm on that dope Certified grimy nigga, wore that coat Knock your ass over like poor black folk Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats, take notes Play the stove, lames are disposed Tre 8 Os bang in your clothes Train hoes The game is to be sold not told Before the night part, this life start Don't be on at 4 in the morning Get Etch A Sketched in that white chalk It's raining and storming, the water's quite dark Kingpins, killers turns informants, thinking they might walk No playing, no planking, have you walking a plank Now you food for them sharks in the tank From a hood where we sharpen our shanks Kingpins get stripped for their ranks The watch and chain plus the pinky ring Come through customs with a couple things 650 clean with the custom rims M16 with a couple clips Mossberg pumps with a pistol grip Silencers, infrared, all official shit A few Nick Cannons off of my pirate ship Married to Mariah Carey as I hug the strip Submariner Rolex wrapped around her wrist Blowing cannabis as I navigate down 1-2-5th Water blue Mazi straight off the dealership We pour out liquor in remembrance I'm in that all black boat You see how I be leanin' like I'm on that dope Certified grimy nigga, wore that coat Knock your ass over like poor black folk Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats, take notes Play the stove, lames are disposed Tre 8 Os bang in your clothes Train hoes The game is to be sold not told You ain't have a clue What niggas had to see and had to do Just to have some wheat that we can chew We need to make a stew The need to feed lead a fatal bloom In the streets knee deep, major crew They lie and deprive It's what they made us do Engage in the trades and evades Gauges blew But don't touch the custies, wave 'em through Rugged in public, covered our neighbors too Our haters grew Necessarily sinning, glowing with confidence Temporarily winning, the only consequence Fuck man law, I'm speaking of the fire Word to the sire My fans poor, I'm preaching to the choir We in the dirt, reaching with desire That's why we sling the work Seeking for a buyer Cook it up, keep it on the fryer Pump enough base to make the speakers burst Then we can all retire