Casey Veggies - Organic (Freestyle) lyrics

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(Intro)

Zoom, zoom

This sound like sumethin' comin'

P&C, HS87, Organic

Awe, yeah

(Verse)

I'm talkin' to 'er straight like, 'what ya really want to do?'

P&C the mob, made a killin' wit the crew

Ya heard about the squad we ain't come up out the blue

The shit we doin' now, prolly make it on the news

All these haters snooze, while I'm makin' moves

They hate ya then they luv ya, that's the game it's just the rules

The dough made 'er do it, usin' money as a clue

If ya think she luv ya, nigga ya might be a fool

Power of that pussy got us sittin' on a stool

Wassup wit all these new niggas actin' like we cool

Where was y'all at when I was walkin' home from school

I dropped bands on a nigga, I done paid my dues

Fuck all that talkin', we can do it out in public

Go hard for what I got man and they ain't give me nothin'

Made a couple thousands, bout to flip it wit my cousins

Ain't no compensation, we do not need no discussion

Unless we givin' back, and that's a different subject

Doin'this for years, give a fuck bout where yo buzz at

All these niggas worthless man, tell me where the plug at

Randy Mossing touchdown, we gon' bring the dub back

Think the rap game need a makeova

Young niggas run the world, this the takeova

She get drunk, she go wild, she should stay sober

I'm about to feed 'er to the sharks, she stay loyal

I fell in luv wit the streets, yeah I hug the block

Twenties, fifties, 100s give me what ya got

I pick money ova bitches like why not

It's levels to this shit and boy I'm in a new spot

I demand all my dough but when it come to rappin'

Look, I ain't force nothin' I just let it happen

She really, really, really luv me, had to get me tatted

Real hustle mindset, money in the mattress

I ain't have to plan(t) it, nigga, everythin' organic

Living Growing droppin', yeah, ya know the streets demand it

Ain't nothin' headed, nigga got to go insane

I got to kill the game, I can see the open lane

I got a mixed chick, we be on sum' pimp shit

Bossed up, she eatin' veggies, I eat shrimp shit

Pack yo bags baby girl, yeah we bout to split

I swear I'm in too deep, let's just take a trip

(Verse 2)

100 bands , we did our thing

No regrets, hopped on that plane

Young Veggies, ya know my name

Don't act like ya don't know the gang

Certified, I ain't no lame

I told 'er like 'ya betta rep my name'

When it come to rap, I'm reckless mane

I need my money bigger than Texas mane

I'm bout to build the block like Tetris mane

All them groupie hoes get rep for fame

But I'm married to the game, no weddin' ring

(Outro)

Yeah, we out here livin'

Nigga ain't doin' nothin' but livin' and growin'

Everythin' natural, organic

Era, fresh and frozen

Gold everythin'

I ain't hold nothin' back

Charge that shit to the game, yeah

Chasin' money, let the females come

Fuck bein' cool, tryna take it to anotha level

Give a girl foundation

2015 and beyond

Living Grow

9-25-15

Bow, swag, swag