Walking down them same hallways Seeing them same faces... Trying to figure out how you ended up back In the same place you said you weren't Never going back to... Well, it ain't like it's a complicated story...
So what's up though, we down here waiting and shit?
[Privilege]
I'm about to slide to the bunch right now homie...
[Billy Woods]
"Oh word, you ate already?"
[Privilege]
Haha... niggas ate good... ate good... healthy niggas...
[Billy Woods]
Word word word, aight that's what I like to hear, man I'mma be down there to pick you up from the station...
Looking out my window, mid-afternoon Thinking he better be here soon Blowing my last piece of endo Children in front the building dealing boom Like they never heard of the goons The federali's playing got you in the zoom Can't blame the youth streets is dry as a moot! Corner store lucy in the mouth uncouth Blood puts in the proof when they shoot Eyes numb but that same playstation thumb Can cock the gun! Cuz if we ain't getting out the slums Then why should you? If the weeds blue, keep that to yourself If you value your health Back to the business at hand Crush out my stog Already count those grams in my hand Hop in the '86 buick, grab my man And get this bread Patient as a sleeper cell Better to rule in hell, jo-jo Out here that show and tell Will have jake ringing your doorbell slow
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The Super Chron Flight Brothers (Billy Woods and Priviledge) introduce themselves through flashbacks of their lives as precarious middle-men moving pounds of marijuana in the midst of America’s War on Drugs.
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