Long Sleeve Steve - My Conscious Lyrics

My conscious keep telling me
Stevie do not let the game
Get the best of me
Smoking on broccoli
Good green it look like a celery
Trap with a felony
Serving them junkies
Out in these streets
I be serving them neighborhood fiends
I'm all over the bread like a sesame seed
My conscious keep telling me
Stevie do not let the game
Get the best of me
Smoking on broccoli
Good green it look like a celery
Trap with a felony
Serving them junkies
Out in these streets
I be serving them neighborhood fiends
I'm all over the bread like a sesame seed

I be posted up in the cut
I be bagging that work
And I'm selling that work
And I'm thinking bout
Running it up
Them junkies they running
Them junkies they driving
Them junkies they walking
The police they running up
Make sure my nigga
You come wit straight money
If you spend your money
With us you be high as f*ck
The police running up
My nigga he in the cut
Thirty shots in the nina
My nigga he wit it and
Won't hesitate to buss
We getting that paq
And we getting that work
You would think they
Was bringing it a bus
Shipping them plates
In a ziplock
It came in the mail
Crack open the seal
Put it on the scale
Them smokers keep calling
Let's go get this scrill
And you know the deal
It can get real
Shawty it's real out
Out here on the field
I'm a hand it off
You gone run it back
Touchdown no nfl
In the game no Ea
Switching lanes on the freeway
And I can never work a job
I'm a do this shit the g way
Grandma told me
Take it easy
Chasing checks
Best believe me
Got some homies in southeast
That a smoke a nigga off gp
Clip his ass by the bp
Shot in pg flea to dc
Take the greyhound to va
And catch the first flight to ga

My conscious keep telling me
Stevie do not let the game
Get the best of me
Smoking on broccoli
Good green it look like a celery
Trap with a felony
Serving them junkies
Out in these streets
I be serving them neighborhood fiends
I'm all over the bread like a sesame seed
My conscious keep telling me
Stevie do not let the game
Get the best of me
Smoking on broccoli
Good green it look like a celery
Trap with a felony
Serving them junkies
Out in these streets
I be serving them neighborhood fiends
I'm all over the bread like a sesame seed

My conscious keep telling me
Stevie do not let the game
Get the best of me
Smoking on broccoli
Good green it look like a celery
Trap with a felony
Serving them junkies
Out in these streets
I be serving them neighborhood fiends
I'm all over the bread like a sesame seed