12 York St

[Verse]
Ayo
All black mask with the dark locs
The city jail left your lady heart broke
Smoking Gary Paytons that's 400 on the barcode
White bitches love me like I'm Jack Harlow
These niggas stack bottles, my youngin pack hollows
When you see me I'm [?] with them mask goggles
Rest in peace my crodie, know this shit for you
I'm doing it for us, I'm doing it for us
I did this shit off trust, I did this shit off love
The money ain't a thing, but this shit a must
This shit for life 'cause if it's up, it's stuck
Play your position, on god you gon' get your cut
These bitches tryna fuck, they tryna get my nut
These niggas want me dead, they think my shit is luck
If you up then you better bust it
I can't think twicе about repercussions
I'm smoking reefers by thе dozen
My lil' crodie don't care, he'll shoot your lady baby cousin
I'm at the spot, shit smelling like a baby in the oven
Police on the block, they tryna make assumptions
My junkie smoking rocks for personal consumption
My crodie nineteen, he certified for dumping
This choppa left a nigga fried like some dumplings (gat-gat-gat-gat-gat)