Ox - Gabe 'Nandez

Black sunny roads, cash money hoes

Gas money pass fast money trash bummy clothes

Rap money Nasdaq money tax money grow

Bad bunnies fat ass honey stash money go

Black monkey flow, stack money rolls

Hash money brown bag money crack money stove

Craps money in the back money clap money pros

Craft money make you laugh funny cash money cold

You gotta get you a grip

Spin the lottery ticket too many pockets to fit

It’s five o’clock in the morning and somebody’s on my six

It’s 12 o’clock right in front of me on the block with my kicks

I’m never shocked at the way that these people shake with the ship

To shift your shape like a weasel is this the fate of a king

Yo shorty show me a reason to change the way that I act

I don’t want no love from you let me just keep it a stack

Thats a fact sun it feel like the Iliad when I build

I don’t deal with idiots cause them idiots get you killed

I deal with the spirits they deal the lyrics that’s in my will

Sitting by the river look at the pyramid on the bill

Odysseus in that Oddysey

Took the hand of the gypsy read my palm tried to swallow me

All I see is history slowly slaloming obviously

RIP Nipsey RIP to Jimi and Prodigy