Lyrics Measure It - King Iso, A-Wax

Measure It

I used to just sell crack
I ain’t even know what Hop was before I went to the pin
I started selling that shit in there, dead homies
'Fore long I ain’t have to tear up over needles in their arm and counting time
'Bout mine bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brought around the gang, ain’t got a rep in there
Once I get the brain, I’ma forget the bitch
Smoking so much, I barely remember shit
Pouring out the pint, don’t need to measure it
If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing
Grinding like the park where all the skaters hang
Girl I wish we met before this paper came
Soon all memories are getting fade away
I ain’t never needed you, not the way you needed me
Used to wake up in my cell inside and dream that I was free
Will not tell you get grabbed up, you gon' tell her «Keep it G»
Loyalty might not mean to you everything it means to me
Smoking all the pound, I ain’t passed the blunt in hella long
If I do go down, plan on rapping still through telephones
Focused on myself more, I here from you seldom though
Cheating on my bitch even though inside she held me down
Knew the word it was from the jump
Burn so much weed I might bust a lung
No one like me, I’m a one-of-one
Turn that lil' bitch to a one-and-done
Inside are Indo' and soda pops
Still more kick-flipping than Tony Hawk
Just put a switch on a .40 Glock
Don’t say we homies, 'cause hoe we not
Brought around the gang, ain’t got a rep in there
Once I get the brain, I’ma forget the bitch
Smoking so much, I barely remember shit
Pouring out the pint, don’t need to measure it
If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing
Grinding like the park where all the skaters hang
Girl I wish we met before this paper came
Soon all memories are getting fade away
In the world I’m an ol' timer
Memories if I got all kind of
They got all my accords, straight up y’all behind it
Mary Jane keep me calm, y’all I’m not finding
Used to think money solve problems
Now I learned it just caused problems
Cuban linked, that’s my dog collar
Big box of shells, gnawing that raw pasta
I’m too paranoid to run a race if y’all behind me
Cause of hiding, trust nobody, staring at my Caller-ID
Guarding my territory, money, that’s how y’all can find me
Y’all too grimy, who you hang with too contagious like Ronald Ozzy
Yeah, I got that drop like release dates
Making bands while you walking for cheesecake
Grind like Rodney Mullen, you a cheapskate
I continue to grind like, «Who needs brakes?»
Where were you before I would receive cake?
I just keep it a hundred like free base
Wouldn’t change a thing with a clean slate
I need 65 G’s in a briefcase
Brought around the gang, ain’t got a rep in there
Once I get the brain, I’ma forget the bitch
Smoking so much, I barely remember shit
Pouring out the pint, don’t need to measure it
If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing
Grinding like the park where all the skaters hang
Girl I wish we met before this paper came
Soon all memories are getting fade away
Soon all memories of you will fade away
Soon all memories of you will-