Artist: YFN Lucci
Album:  650Luc: Gangsta Grillz (Mixtape)
Song:   Poet
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Let's pour a little out for my nigga Nut
My nigga Nip
Pour some more for Bankroll Fresh
For Shawty Lo
Rest in peace SQ, pour some out for him
Matter fact, just pour that whole thing out
(It's Budda Beats)
For the real ones only

Lean, pour it, lean, pour it
We got weed but we gon' need more
I got money, Biggie, D-Boy
Look, I took risks for it, I hit licks for it
Uh, extension cords, sticks with swords
Flip the boy, get a reward
I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it
I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it

Just a young nigga with no cosign
Yeah, my mama and my daddy, yeah, they both fine, uh
Grew up drug dealing, nigga, grew up drug dealing
Sellin' dubs, mostly fifties, we ain't got no dimes
Uh, nigga killed my family, now we both slidin'
Uh, if you ever disrespect me then you gon' die
Uh, long live Nipsey, I got love for the 60's
Be with blood like I'm Billy, I fuck with both sides, huh
Now I'm at they neck just like a bowtie, huh, uh
Grippin' on that TEC just like your ho thighs, uh
I know real savages, we used to pour Actavis
When it come to whackin' shit, we done won championships, yeah
Uh, catch a body, then go back and sip, yeah
Why you got all them doves in that vacuum seal? Yeah
I wonder why when you show love, they get mad still?
I ain't gettin' the same love as I did last year, yeah

Lean, pour it, lean, pour it
We got weed but we gon' need more
I got money, Biggie, D-Boy
Look, I took risks for it, I hit licks for it
Uh, extension cords, sticks with swords
Flip the boy, get a reward
I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it
I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it

Uh, rest in peace to my grandma Janie, yeah
East to West, she was slangin' all that candy, yeah
I was gettin' that money but I couldn't stack it, yeah, yeah
But you know damn well I'm gon' hustle like my granny, uh, look
I was on the curb with that package, huh, came for these
If you tryna owe me, you can't have it, huh, best believe
Fish and codeine, that's the recipe, yes indeed
I was tryna eat, you know me, I'm from Trestle Tree, yeah
Damn near 33, yeah
We can send 'em in the air, send 'em through the mail
You know if you wrap it right, then it'll never smell
See, I can't fuck with lil' shawty, he used to tattletale
Back when we was probably 12
Damn, shawty 12, huh
I'll probably never see a cell, take another L
They prayed on my downfall but I never failed
Remember I couldn't afford a car, now I got a V12
I only got a three left, yeah, yeah

Lean, pour it, lean, pour it
We got weed but we gon' need more
I got money, Biggie, D-Boy
Look, I took risks for it, I hit licks for it
Uh, extension cords, sticks with swords
Flip the boy, get a reward
I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it
I ain't wanna do it but he reached for it

(Dramatic...)