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