[Intro] (Pull up Mingus, we gon' slide) (Yanabu, what's good?)
[Verse 1] Ayy (Ayy), bless the streets, they look at me, I leave 'em somethin' to follow From the wicked inside like Nardo, duckin' potholes and the hollows Never breaking gang tie codes, you disrespect, I chase you home Been in the streets for way too long, from burglaries to flippin' low (What's good?)
[Chorus] Tossin', turnin', missin' sleep, that's just the cost of love Go all in on artillery, bought a stash for all my thugs Street lights on, I ain't made it home 'cause I'm too busy sellin' drugs on the corner with big cuh Guess I was raised to be a thug 'Cause what else was I supposed to be? I ain't got shit for a nigga don't like, better have that bag and the clip of heat Can't never lack, keep chrome with me Just look in my eyes and you can see that I been tired Clutchin' my iron like, "Would you ride"? Ain't no response, just shots firin'
[Verse 2] I ain't been sleeping, I been thinking, ain't been eating but I ain't cryin' It's a lot been on my mind, too deep in the streets for time Youngin' throwing up my sign and niggas dyin' for what's behind that Asked God for a sign, he sent a blood check like, "Sign that" Told killer, "What's the business playin'? You gon' get paid? Where your mind at?" Man told me he don't really want for nothin', he gon' steady drill to get where I'm at Rollin' dope while the time pass, having vison, countin' fifty Thuggin' bad with my dog ass, never fuck with y'all's ass I don't even wanna carry cash, swipe the Visa, clear the tab Everything on cruise control, I'm working hard, might grow some abs I'm in the lab, prefect the craft I knock the boy down with a jab Since I was young, ain't fuck around, they fuck with me and I burn 'em down (Let's do it, let's do it)
[Chorus] Tossin', turnin', missin' sleep, that's just the cost of love Go all in on artillery, bought a stash for all my thugs Street lights on, I ain't made it home 'cause I'm too busy sellin' drugs on the corner with big cuh Guess I was raised to be a thug 'Cause what else was I supposed to be? I ain't got shit for a nigga don't like, better have that bag and the clip of heat Can't never lack, keep chrome with me Just look in my eyes and you can see that I been tired Clutchin' my iron like, "Would you ride"? Ain't no response, just shots firin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
