Lyrics Ox - Gabe 'Nandez

Ox

Black sunny roads, cash money hoes
Gas money pass fast money trash bummy clothes
Rap money Nasdaq money tax money grow
Bad bunnies fat ass honey stash money go
Black monkey flow, stack money rolls
Hash money brown bag money crack money stove
Craps money in the back money clap money pros
Craft money make you laugh funny cash money cold
You gotta get you a grip
Spin the lottery ticket too many pockets to fit
It’s five o’clock in the morning and somebody’s on my six
It’s 12 o’clock right in front of me on the block with my kicks
I’m never shocked at the way that these people shake with the ship
To shift your shape like a weasel is this the fate of a king
Yo shorty show me a reason to change the way that I act
I don’t want no love from you let me just keep it a stack
Thats a fact sun it feel like the Iliad when I build
I don’t deal with idiots cause them idiots get you killed
I deal with the spirits they deal the lyrics that’s in my will
Sitting by the river look at the pyramid on the bill
Odysseus in that Oddysey
Took the hand of the gypsy read my palm tried to swallow me
All I see is history slowly slaloming obviously
RIP Nipsey RIP to Jimi and Prodigy