Nitty Gritty - Loaf Muzik, Kidaf, Laron

Scheming, they called the minister for me

Its minister and therefore the 40, that I’m drinking, had enough that my shawty

finish it for me

The finisher, minus Mr. C, from heron to teron

Sick shit from outta the head, I got my hair on

Living where niggas bear arms, cops watch it and stare on

Gassed up, they pass out after the lungs hit it

These bitches dimwitted and dumbwitted, I done did it all

Fuck that, I done did it raw, got some sour and a towel, slipped it under the

door, lit the flame

Getting high as hell as I excel, the L’s turn to O’s when I excel

Sellers and buyers dwell, you by yourself to buy yourself a lifeline

We buyers to the ticket we be dipping when the light shine

My residence ain’t hesitant to leave a nigga missing, that’s what I told the

amateur and the chump didn’t listen

Forever keep it cool and me city keep it real, word to Jigga, pull the trigger

(trigga) then its kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

I give 'em something they could feel

You lose in my shoes cuz its nothing you could fill

The Prince of the game and that’s word to Uncle Phil

I be willing to make a killing, nigga you know the deal

I disappointed what my mother be, coolin with some double D bitches who want

that bubbly, bubbly

Fuck it, I’m wildin, I can’t afford a case, caught a case of liquor then

fornicate with your sister or daughter cake

Make a of a loner in my room, and my momma said she’ll kick me out soon

So the drama said I’m grinding on the regular, victories obtained

And my style is picture perfect, let me picture perfect game

See the top out Russian you niggas play Russian Roulette

It took a couple shots, never fuss it, it wasn’t rooted, I’m on

And to the mix, rap give me a fix

A lot of clones call it home and it’a getting me sick

They don’t know about the art and what they doing it for, they need to push to

start, to start pulling on the musical cord, shit

But I be on my cool tip, when I’m bumping the Q-Tip, questing around Queens,

I’ll probably hop on the Q6

Who sicker than the kid?

Do you even gotta question?

My 16's could add a lesson to your Adulessons

And that’ll never be changed, like a rocket I’m popping at you

The name is Kidaf and I’m rocking The Rotten Apple

What it is hoe?

I give 'em something they could feel

You lose in my shoes cuz its nothing you could fill

The Prince of the game and that’s word to Uncle Phil

I be willing to make a killing, nigga you know the deal

Yo, Yo get his legs, get his legs

I got him, I got him

Watch ya’self, watch his fucking head, watch his fucking head!

I got it, I got it!

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Yo check his pockets tho, might be mula in their

Yo he dead?