Pandoras (Feat. Elcamino & Duckman)

Big BSF shit
Summertime Butch
These are the real Sopranos

Yeah, they tried to box me out, they couldn't box me in (couldn't)
You swing a fist my way and never box again (never)
Uh, my man moving weird, shit, we ops again
Thought we was of the same cloth, but we opposite (I'm different)
I had to place my dawg on the watch 'em list
Your moms ain't gotta spend a dime out her pocketbook (understand)
You dwelling on when you showed me my first rocket, but
Who rode with you when you got your first rocket took?
You ain't really even know how to cock it, look
Ain't know how to take the clip out the socket, but
You gotta take this bitch off safety first
You ain't really even know how to pop it, look (look)
We was young niggas, but we wasn't done with it, uh (wasn't done with it)
You jump in the streets, you take whatever come with it, huh
You find out what work best for you and run with it, huh (run with it)
And pass it off to the streets when you done with it, uh
Ay, (when you done with it)

This is a moment for niggas trapping and actually making it happen
I used to run through so many boats, they call me the captain (yeah)
They used to want me dead, couldn't give them the satisfaction
Told my label, "Don't trip," I don't talk it, I'm with the action (I'm with the action)
I remember I was fucked up, tucking my last Jackson
Got a front from an amigo and played this shit ass backwards (damn)
Sent the box twice and lost it, that's bad practice (damn)
Turned a one to a three with the boy, that's black magic
Let my aunty test the work and she said it was fantastic
Now we running through the Watts, more chops than you could imagine
I'm back at it, I flip chickens, I'm athletic
My dawg wanna backdoor the plug, but I won't let him (no)
Dior fetish, I pray we all get more lettuce
Point me to the paper and we run it, Jerome Bettis
Money long beyond measure, know my mind made up
I spent fifty on this Rollie (yo, Butchie)
Know my time made up (time made up, yo)

I'm from the East Side, the hood with the notorious name ('Tana, nigga)
Spent my first couple years just exploring the game (I'm chillin')
As shorties, we took cans to the store for change ('member that?)
Now these jewels in my bag worth four and some change (nigga)
For five years, I had these niggas playing follow the leader
I left the keys at the crib like a responsible drinker (ah)
See my homie take a brick and cut it down with Benita
I'm with the man that make the dog, it's like I know the breeder
And everybody can't go, but I still try to save a few (I do)
Bro said the streets need me more than the label do (you right)
I spit game, look at the stats of the niggas I gave it to
I keep you on the right track like your guardian angel do
Big whips, big watch, big ring on my finger too
BSF chain, I fuck her so hard that it came a loose (my shit came off)
Teeth on a chopstick look like a saber tooth (ah)
And just cause y'all say it on records don't make it true

BSF, nigga, ah
The gangsta way