Measure It - King Iso, A-Wax

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-