Can't Complain (feat. Twin Gambino & Chinky) (Explicit)

Hello hello yo what up man

Who the f**k is this

Who the f**k it sound like man

What the f**k you calling so early for man

What the f**k time is it

It's like 3 o'clock man

Thought you was coming to get me man

S**t my bad son please man come get me

Man before I choke this b***h man

Hurry up son man it's like 90 man

Let's get some h*es or something

What up dun Same ol' s**t

No doubt ain't nothing new

Let's take a little spin dun word up

Yo open my wings to a new day spread my lungs

Get laced jump in the whip stash the guns

Twist the key shifted to D then flee

Before anything get the daily dose of choke

We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float

My eye's burnin' from the d**e killin' my throat

Lean my seat a taste lumbar support on the belt

Doin' 90 or more debatin' on the latest rhyme wars

Where units don't count

But your rap pay add up to large amounts

Get my thrills puttin' other n***a's skills to sleep

Catch chills off a infamous beats

Swing the trees doin' one handed u'ees

Blowin' on the ouwee 'cause we can't have the medicine canoein'

There go the boys to the right no days and nights like that

Ayyo dun hold that down and turn it around

Dirty as f**k thugs d**gs and guns D's and fatigues

T N T hopin' out of MPV's surprise all a f**k out of me

Got rubber Glocks pointed at me

Ayyo Twin what the f**k

They had us laid out on the ground holdin' us down

With gats to back of our heads was goin' down

It wasn't us that held up that b***h you got

Where's the proof man Let me speak to my attorney

I know the routine don't try to throw me

I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me

But all that told me to get in more s**t

Ayyo P what up You my co D we both get knocked

What you did with that half a tree

Right in my sock

Yo I hope these f**kin' d**ks won't find the stash spot

Dun you know how I get down

Yo I'm ready to bounce

Do the 100 yard dash and tear a*s

If my other half was alive we woulda got kill

'Cause dun woulda went for the guns and got ill

Plus I gots cracks on me they found the cracks on me

Looked at'em gave'em back to me

I could swore they was takin' us in

Then the lady in the car said that's not them

Picked us up told me I could keep the d**gs

They didn't give a f**k they was only lookin' for guns

And you ain't gotta tell us twice

We hopped in the car and slid off

On our way up town for more of that funk

P lit the tree back up

Got off the Tri burrough hit the Henry Huds

F**k it let's slide through the Rutgers

Roll the windows down 'cause infamous Mobb bumpers

Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin'

Took a walk through the park frontin'

Didn't even have to hurt nuttin'

Man I love it ain't nothin' like summer in New York

Hear Infamous Thoughts

Then the Dream Team music starts

D**n we young black entrepreneurs

New York pricks and d**ks can't stop our floss

We like organized crime the f**kin' Mobb

I'm only twenty six playin' wit' serious cards

Dead serious cash luxurious labs

Learn to balance fame with pain you can't complain

Jus' another day livin' in the hood

Jus' another day around the way

Feelin' good today oh no we can't complain

Jus' another day livin' in New York

Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes

Feelin' good today we hit 'em up 'cause we here to stay