[Intro] And that mula's in this shit, man I never had no dope like that before in my life, man That's the heaviest shit I ever smoked, man I mean, I smoked a lot of shit before, man But goddamn, that's heavy shit And you okay I can't breathe Listen, man I can't breathe, man
[Verse] Tears fallin' down my bitch face Now she forever tryna show me how that shit takes Ain't really been droppin', I been tryna get my shit straight Had to sell my prices, twenty mil' for every mixtape Partyin' every night, don't do it for me, I'm tryna get cake Level up, fillin' hundreds up all in my big safe I said enough, I'll say it again, I'm tryna wet him up Thinkin' with his dick, I'm gettin' a pretty bitch to set him up It's better them, then better us, it's never them, forever us And every M I ever touched, I multiplied it, doubled up I know life math shit, I divide to see my brother up Some got in they feelings deep inside but never'll bring it up And all that do is fuck shit up I told niggas that these hoes ain't got no love for us I told niggas that these rappers don't really fuck with us The wave is all they want from us, like it's made for only one of us I'm straight on all that other stuff, for real I know hangin' deep off in the trenches get me killed But I get a rush from it, know the way it feel Hangin' around the vultures, knowin' this Richard cost a mil' Hold up, let me take the wheel Said I'd pay the cost to be the boss, so I expect to pay the bill Should I expect to do some favors? But I expect to keep it real And I'm expectin' 'em to hate me, way I shine this shit, for real But I ain't respectin' niggas, fallin' 'bout no money or no girls I'm givin' bad bitches spaces, I got money out this world And I be shinin' like a star, on top of that, they know I'm thorough My niggas locked behind the walls, on top of that, I'm payin' bills And paintin' pills for all my niggas that got life inside them cells And I will, I'm breakin' bread with billi' boys, they know my heart is pure You reach and I start drawin', 'cause I know the art of war I know that they ain't on the shit we on and that's for sure I'm knowin' that for sure You ain't talkin' 'bout no money when you talkin', I'm like, "What you talkin' for?" When them new Benzes had dropped, me and Chino had bought two more Got the whole city poppin', from Philly to Baltimore I really should talk some more, motivation for all of y'all Label callin' on the line and I know what they callin' for They callin' 'bout them Ms, 'bout them losses, them wins I can show you how to make a boss out your mans Turn your car to a Benz, but it'll cost you your friends They be waitin' on your downfall, if you fall, that's the end But if you win, they come around more and all make amends I seen, cross my heart, hope to die, fuck niggas, I mean Hundred shooters, I survived, beat the streets on the jeans Livin' life on the edge Shorty said I'm livin', like a price on my head Got the pipe out of bed, I'm tryna get a nigga right from what he did I'm tryna take a nigga life from what he said, too many nights from seein' red Too many, too many nights from seein' redTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
