[Chorus] I’m tired of selling yola We up and they coping Turning my money ova Try’na flip a profit One day amma quit and amma Go legit (x2)
[Verse 1] He got the block on lock But he can’t stop he was bit by the hustling bug Ever since he sold his first rock or should I say dove His shorty blunt shorty mellowed out and gave him a jr He stayed loyal neva crooked like a wimple liner So his plugged kept frontin he work on consignment He didn’t flam coons he kept it low key, stayed under the radar And stacked his money But I wish I could say that about his plug attention whore Spent 30 thou out in the strip club A sucka for bitches, buying hoes cars for christmas Ugh love triangles now he got some killers on his ankles They put some bread on this head somebody want him dead He losing sleep try’na find out who is it So he can reverse the hit, but he comin up with nothin No clues, caz he fuckin with 3 or 4 different crews Not only that but the feds on his back Caz one of his boys in there tellin cause he got popped with a brick A brick, a unit, a birdy, a kick, on suicide watch he in there sick Cryin like a bitch, a lame, askin himself why he in this game Now everybody ain't built for this shit betta get in and get out And do what? Go legit
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[Verse 2] Back to the first paragraph the beginning The loyal nigga I was talkin about earlier out there winning Stacked enough to branch out on his own To cut out the liaison, liaison? yea the middle man That little loyal nigga worth bout 300 thousand grand Bought a cannabis club and pawn shop, what else A green burrito and a carls junior What happened to the dude with the sack, the plug He’s no longer they murdered him outside the club The thought, the function I ain't surprised at these events Is where most people be losing they lives The scammers be scamming, plotting and planning Stand outside a the party, infiltrating and phone pimping Phone pimping? Yea droppin dimes and tellin the perpetrators What kinda of cars the victims be driving Wow, that kinda heavy, what kind a vehicle he was in? a Chevy When did the ambulance come? Asap But by time they got there his brains be sitting in his lap Dang that ain't cool, he must a had him leakin his poo I know huh, that’s what I was thinkin I wonder where his niggas was at when he was leavin Catin, talking to some broads Bullshitin, try’na get them draws That’s why you suppose to get in the game, get out real quick Invest ya money get a business and go legit
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
