[Verse 1] Poppin my P's all over poppers, stopping about my propers Dollar dangling flip on my profits, shaking the coppers Follow protocol when you from the ghetto stand tall Some got a job, some hustle, ball, and end it all Some of these rappers gonna give it to you fake But me? Imma give it to you straight Mama and daddy divorced when I was eight Walking on thin ice, hoping that it don't break Now I'm over here on the Hillside of the V Re-established ourselves, me and D...Shot, Sugar T and Mugzi Thinkin how can we beat the streets, and get up on our feet? Even though my wisdom tooth pulled out I still got my wisdom Know when the bitch choose and when to spit my ism Vallejo boy got hella kin folk in Richmond If you a sucker, you probably don't want to listen
[Chorus] We out yo programmin Niggas scrabbling shippin and handling, gang gamblin no famine We out yo programmin Suckers sham and I got the cannon I'm a handle it, niggas ain't understand it We out yo programmin Operatin and orchestratin and I could care less about your jealousy or your hatin We out here programmin So you better get with it bout the cheddar I'm forever Sick Wid It
[Verse 2] Pat yourself on the back congratulate you For being solid in the streets and loyal to your crew Put the good lord first and never lose your faith Bless your food always say your grace It's the way I was taught when I was a little boy Cutting the grass no time to play with toys Clowning in class me and my nigga Bubba Try to make a little cash starting selling hubba's When you ballin, when you shoot the ball shoot your best shot When you fallin, and you finna get caught, snitch you better not That's gravel rule number 1 If you ain't intending on using it, never pull a gun The more I learn the more I lose my learn Thinkin about growin back my perm When I was skinny out there looking shady I'll yistol whip you with my .380
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[Verse 3] Making monumental moves with monumental dudes Far from a square I'm not a pack of Kools Puffin on my Vape pen blowing grass Residue from the hit, concentrated hash Cross-examine that ho before you decide to stay with her Use a rubber, or you gonna need a babysitter This my advice to my little nigga These bitches brains getting smaller but they ass getting bigger I don't sign bubblegum rap in my boat (nope) I listen to 40 cause he a voice of hope (yup) Free all of my people in Acerd, getting them home Programmin, never told or sold they soul We out here putting it together like a Lego Just got back from San Diego Landed in the town touch down east bound phone rang soon as I hit the ground Biatch!
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