[Intro: AllahWise] Let's do this shit early Early in the morning and shit I'm still on the fucking grind Feel this, knowhatimsayin' You know the shit don't stop, word up How we do it, yeah, to the God
[AllahWise] Man, what the fuck, I'm stuck in the game G's up, hoes down, I came for the cup and the cane Give me the crown, I'm the king of it, when I come around Back 'em down, they see me coming, hard to keep they Feet on the ground, God, I see them running hundred miles Down the reign, they better not, mention my name I pop, shot, block, get, wet like a lotta rain I got alot to gain, get down, low down, dirty shame Blow 'em out the frame when rush, I rush against the grain It's crushed cut cocaine, dope, dust, crack and weed, man I'm try'nna take lead at a high speed Watch the block, it's full of pop of rocks And cop's trynna snap shot, shut down padlock No matter what I got, it's like I still don't have a lot I still want a fatter knot, but, the corner's mad hot Plus my little man got shot, seven time & died dead on the spot
[Chorus: AllahWise] And the shit don't stop, til the casket drop Blast shots, money in the socks, hit the stash box What you know, the shit don't stop, til the casket drop Blast shots, money in the socks, hit the stash box What you know, the shit don't stop, til the casket drop Blast shots, money in the socks, hit the stash box Money in the socks, hit the stash box
[AllahWise] I wear the unit flag like a cross Some twenty carry, dripping off me like Irish moss Glazed ice force, some praise now what the price cost I'm buying it off, them other things riding the white horse I got lost, had to find a way to get back on the right course Made a few pit stop, the new hip hop, credit card scam Pick pock', pickin' ya lock, pigeon on the block Now I'm gettin' money, fash cash slippin' thru my hand like sand In the hourglass, took two pulls off the power blast Sat back doing the math, like damn, shit start adding up Had a little Henny, no cut, pour that on my cup That's what's up, I take another touch of that Blueberry wrapped in vanilla Dutch, burning the clutch I took too much, caught a nice rush, plus Crush ice turn into slush, who you wanna trust Might as well blame it on us See the fame, and the fame, it's got us ready to bust Like damn, shit's rough, shit still ain't enough I'm in the struggle, gotta find all the pieces to the puzzle Use my mind and my muscle, it's time to put the grind in the hustle
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