Button Up

[Verse 1: Eto]
Button up niggas lettin’ they stomachs touch
Nothing much a bottle and a couple bucks
Been there done that, swam there swum back
Now feds hang my face at the station with the thumbtack
Before I caught a taste of the bread, I used to crumb snatch
The thought of my lady fuckin’ a crab had me run back
Older mice raising young rats, that’s a fun fact
Dope in rice razor cut crack, bags stuff sacks
My integrity is my church
The holy cleanse won’t work if they don’t speak in reverse
I compromise that, I’ll never meet what I’m worth
Niggas around the block could never set they feet on my turf
Take it down the way, prayed a thousand days, but they doubt the praise
I guess speaking wisdom gave me a scalp of greys
Oldhead I lay in it, I make my own bed
Set the hospital on fire, that’s code red
Code blue shut the respiratory
They talk about it but never read my story
Got me teaching the one sent before me
With the same speech they sent before me

Who let the lamb dress like wolf
What is he wearing, point him out left right hook
Then we flair him, end of the night men into mice
Sentence of life, bet on their stripes and they gotta wear em

Take a loss that’s what winners do
Niggas get they graves dug, I just be diggin’ through
He gotta wear it if he fit the shoe
You’re not longer a CI pigeon stool