I'm thinkin' back when a nigga got his first car "How you get that? You ain't even have a job" Fight about that, and don't worry 'bout that It's the same way that a nigga got his first charge Thinkin' way back so I'm thinkin' real hard Sellin' hard hard at Econo Lodge Bought my first pistol and I knocked my first broad First nigga run up, head get knocked off Bought a .38 just in case shit pop off Like a 'vert', I'ma take your top off Brick Squad CEO, bitch I'm a mob boss .44 bulldog, million dollar drop off If I ever get this drop I'ma start lookin' shots Tell the cops I'm just another nigga from the block You can gamble with your life like a lady at the slots You can plot 'til you pop and your clock get stopped You were flexin' what you got, now your head got a dot You're the nigga in the paper that they're readin' about Police still ain't connected the dots Drug [?] at the house Take me to the safe cause I'm cleanin' it out Hundred bricks what I've been dreamin' about Slap you with the [?], see the blood and the snot Laced up 'til your hands tied in a knotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
