Look, you a real nigga in my book if you loyal Big homie, you ain't gotta lift a finger, niggas put it in for you Maybe block, had my foot in the soil Send some young niggas through your hood Drilling like they looking for oil Put the coke in the pot and I'ma cook up the oils Got some water in the pot that I'ma put to a boil Getting money in the hood, the feds look to destroy you Machine, they know you a killer, they look to avoid you Fuck out my way, nigga Yola bricks, Coca-Cola kiff I've been on the strips, it's Motorola flips Every flow is smith, them shits Ebola sick And I ain't even wrote this shit, I'm the GOAT, you bitch Rappers on my level, they don't exist Stick in the chopper, shake like a goalie stick I've been on my shit since the back of my head and throat was hurt But ever since, I got only rich, them niggas both was caught
Last week, I was gone three days flat Flew to get the bricks, put them on the freeway back You get your first lil' pack and spend G's ass sacks I'm rich, but still get shit from TJ Maxx Never believe we see the day that we pay tax Used to get to work and treat it like a relay match You're re-ing up with under-a-dub, them teenage stacks Your team got 11 G's like the Green Bay Packs I can get you anything with a delivery fee Why the fuck would you wanna leave when I can get you a treat? I'm a doctor, but ain't got an official degree But got numerous pharmaceuticals, could get you a key No security in the club, just my pistol and me Even though these bullets expensive, I'ma hit you for free Got these long missiles with me, that'll rip through your V Hit you with three, let's see who love you unconditionally SpeshTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
