Live From The Kremlin - Planet Asia

Yo, hey yo, pockets touching about to be on some shit

Not for nothing, but if I don’t get to some song

I’m out for hunting, none of this is me

Feel like I’m caught in a glitch

And once I double up I’m in the game all this a switch

Fuck the politics I’m going for mines

Too many cooks with no referrals

I’m in the world stirring the times

Too many corny rappers blurring the lines

Of what’s real, but i just chill

Cause the mastermind is thorough and kind

I took my check and flipped it

Who ever gets to go, supplies the biscuits

Even though life is precious, we still risk it

Out of pocket hustlers, everyday get smoked like briskets

Teed off niggas tripping to get a quick fix

Prom queens turn to methamphetamine misfits

Instead of dreams, teens go for the kill

They trying to get a mil', on some ill dollar bill slick shit

But knowledge will start a lil' problem when it comes to this shit

Cause when you know better, supposed to go better

How you know the sun, moon and stars, but know cheddar?

It sounds conflicted

But take your time and understand

The best part is the righteous mind

Of the babies to the line to keep the shit lit

Pardon my French

My heart on my sleeve is like a fence

Running from the police bent

Nautica trench, gold chain honor event

Scholars and gents, crime scene Planet Asia, Evidence

Rub my tape across your tongue, it might numb your face

This type of dope will make you run in place

Know some real players and know some that’s fake

Know some real killers and know some that ain’t

Let me paint, just let me paint

Shut the fuck up, when im talking cause I’m talking bank

Another classic with the Venice homie

Ain’t none of that, go get the strap cause the shit is on me

Active when it’s time to be

I run a hand like a record label

See me with your bitch, that means she’s signed to me

It runs in the blood since I was young, stabbing dimes

Blessed with mother’s face and my daddy’s mind

Get your grind up

My heart is warm, my mind is cold

Just don’t make me make my mind up

We got that poison, we got that pure, for sure

Whatever the vice, we got it here, what you looking for?

Bottom line, put ya mask on

Fuck around and catch a contact, we cooking dope

And the droughts standing out with a look of hope

Why you looking broke?