DELIVERY HOURS

Verse 1 Phone light blink at 2:13 Client want two and some nicotine I don’t move sloppy, keep it clean No reckless hype in the in-between I seen boys sell their lungs for rocks Seen fiends scratch at bus stop clocks That ain’t my lane, I avoid that box Stick to flower and analog knocks Hook Delivery hours, city hush Backpack weight but steps don’t rush Roll One & Chill don’t glamorize rush We move calm, no powder crush Verse 2 Girl in Brooklyn say she need relief Work got her drowning in grief I pull up smooth, no beef Hand exchange quick, brief Yeah I smoke too, let’s be clear Not promoting self destruction here Just natural herb in atmosphere And blues loops in the ear Verse 3 Cash stack thin but honest earned No cartel ties, no bridges burned I learned quick what not to learn When white dust made the table turn Gelato Glow Sessions play in the ride Low volume while we glide We ain’t kings but we got pride In slow expansion worldwide Outro Delivery done, tank half full Mind steady, not gull Street life subtle, not colorful Just measured steps and purposeful