I get money, I'ma keep getting money Stay the fuck from 'round niggas that don't keep that shit one hundred Ain't no sleep 'til we get even, even though we over nothing Some it just be deeper than the money Don't in nothing, don't even know the reason why I done it My people keep it coming and it's by the hundred I'm out on three bonds, I know I'm being dummy So I lock in the lab and every beat I got I punish
me out the ghetto, woodgrain pedal Can't let you in but you can see this pain all in my believe in me, I don't believe in sleep, I'm in a rental Tryna get back off a I got from Chile in September I remember I don't remember nights so Lord forgive me When I lost a lot of shit I got it back with the quickness Nineties baby, fourteen grams of cocaine in my And I want that thirty-eight that shoot like six when I hit it Lost my homie to some gambling and I want This bitch here can't really be your ho, bitch on everything And I switching lanes, sipping drank, hollerin' fuck a case I better not leave a trace, I'm dropping you, you you seen my face
Yeah, that's why she ain't seen my face, I guess I need some make sure my team is straight, yeah we gon' be okay Tryna get Trap up out the trap these streets ain't safe He just leaving up out the lab having to meet his plays I feel him, I'm in rapping with a three-oh-eight And to this day still COD or DOA Roll up with them hitters, yeah, but first we switch the You rock Rollie like Ric Flair, that's 'cause he Triple H Used to be throwed off them bars, still them Done seen the for fuckin' with 'caine This rap shit faker than but fuck it, it's entertainment I'm thuggin', never change, I'm just stuck in the game get out (Lito) Get out