Bookey Owned the 80s

I got a call from my oldest bucket He know I pitch 'that' religious, He had a six pack of Guinness The old fiend told me chill Sit back and listen But I'm tryna get back to business I heard em out anyway He rarely talk but when he waved some of the shit sound like Hemingway He was known in his day as a lady slayer But the 80s had him lean like a crazy prayer Now a days he straight, Only 8 ball escapes Some beers he don't pace halls for H Used to be injections, track marks turned infectious, he just happy to reflect it He told me young man I was you with a dumb plan As he cracked a beer wit one hand Did a bump out the crevice where his thumb jam, It sound like this That's the drip, lift his wrist passed his nose, fast to sip As he smiling in his bliss Y'all claiming this ya corner but the corner ain't yours Those Chinese mothafuckas own all the stores See that pizza shop, it's indians rolling the dough But y'all die in vein leaving kids wit nothing to grow Word What's ya reputation Could you sell it When it grows they get jealous, Don't earn you shit Not even couple points on ya credit Most these shootings come from fear and you fed it Plus you wanted 'em scared I know ya dad he just want you prepared But you not going nowhere I heard about ya shooting That's a sign you should hear He did a line again and said Nigga pass me a beer I'm BOOKEY, ask anybody said they knew me Bookey owned the 80s, Bookey had the loose leaf Had the cherry red M3 wit the blue seats Had perscripts like MD's and a few freaks Did the Dew, added soda, that was the new treat My name rang all the way up, in a few streets I had to get it, had a fetish for it I walked like you, cocky always heading forward A nigga tried to rob me? I loved it, had to lead him for it Then I headed foreign, until it was hella boring When I came back, was hard headed for it I went harder, didn't barter, had my legend soaring