Talk about it, make em about it Life to me is currency, I got it And your life to me is lifeless its livin' on life support I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest Nigga play your part or parallel park ego next to me and violence Next to me is no one, I'm one of one And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet it Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac With a on the back of the trunk Hit a in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance And I'm in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent And I'm in the back in the of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance Iraq on the block G watch for the block or And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you considerin' you drownin' Die in a lake with a with a catfish back flip head first smilin' C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on On you TDE YMCMB business bitch
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, your bitch like Bailey Okay big money on side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive Need a new safe money getting too high, dead all in my Levis Boy I swear this be swagging, and I'm living lavish Might cop me an Aston, on 'em Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a I'm super paid, 2 a day My rollie gold, no to waste What it do Berg, my brother Keep that by me like my lovely momma Hot as the summer, as the winter Stay on them charts, I that they plotting my timber nigga, got a lot of flows Any nigga don't me, I make it look easy easy out of control
Box of choppers, hand on the trigger gangsta, get it how we get it Third Ward soldier, rider Militant minded, hundred on the counter pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti Christian Louboutin, for my models Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish Nose diving for hundreds, strapped up making mail Fr-fresher I been before Higher than we even been, on them 24's doing time ho On the grind ho, while he doing ho
Ya know! The is money and money still was made baby Eight months ain't stop nigga It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still home, ya understand
I'm from the hood where bitches coke in they baby diapers That's why when the babies grow up they be like us I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers Man I'm so happy my brother came home from Rikers Shout out to BP, Thugga, and Fail Boy My flow Lucifer, I spit boy My numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand And I hold my down boy like a kickstand Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Me and fly, we should join the Air Force Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for? I went from making money people with crack habits To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,