Blind Spot - 3200 Tre & RMC Mike

Come on, alright, huh
(SLAJIDI, turn me up)

I don't got no mind no more, I done lost my shit
You see a nigga with my watch, he cut off my wrist
I got a shirt with a collar, this my office drip
I had to get out here and see, nobody taught me this
I'm no one who buy this bag, nobody bought me this
I done ran out of dime, I'm finna call the fifth
I need a couple hoes around, I'm finna call the
Fifth I need all this shit
What the fuck is 10,000? I count real money
You would have got it if you asked. Why you steal from me?
I hear everything you saying. I just give
I don't give a fuck about your hair and nails. I got real money
Anything you supposed to have is going to come to you
She gon' be with me, she won't come to you
You ain't really my type of nigga, I can't fuck with you
Your bitch on my phone mad that she stuck with you

All I'm seeing is a bag, I got tunnel vision
Upped the Drakey out my pants, now I'm running with it
I play the game, I know exactly what comes with it
I'm out the way, just handling business that was unfinished
I'm playing with some big dawg like a Kane Corsa
Upped the FN and hit him in his main torso
I'm the first to do it, new chain came for a tone
Kinda glad I made it, I was raised in a poor home
I'm talkin' shit in different ways, I got four flows
We done bought they whole inventory, bitch, the store closed
Chase him down in the front door, this bitch a magnum
Presidential Rollie, white gold, it's not platinum
Room full of bad bitches like a pageant
I'm out the way just doin' shit you couldn't imagine

I knew what I was about to do, you sick of havin'
Come on, she like, bae, you one of them, these niggas cappin'
Come on, I know how we bout to come home, I'm gettin' practice
Come on, they never think that I'm a car, I'm gettin' traction
Ain't no way to light on me, these niggas ass don't Huh
I don't lay my plug front when y'all cash out Huh
I'm done tellin' y'all I'm broke, I got a bag now Huh
They told me I was too humble, I show my ass now

Seven hundred horses strong, watch me stamp out
Hm, bitch caught me broke once, I broke the bag out
Hm, I'm tryna save my lil' brother, he a crash out
Don't lose your life tryna fight, then whip the mag out
Okay, he had his pistol tucked, but nigga mine's not
He ain't even see it comin', hit the blind spot
Mini micro with a drum on it, this a nine chop
What up with the bag, you gon' end up in a pi