(Verse)
I'm 'bout mine I'm 'bout mine
I'm 'bout mine been about mine
That limit in got a long range
That stock came on that alpine
Don't compensate with my shooter
I grind for nights and I grind for days
That nigga dominate with that ruger
All kinds of cases got chewed up
My lawyer jewish my weed blue
Shades on but I can see you
That top floor got a mean view
I'm the same bull if I meet you
I watch closely how the streets move
The black starve and they will eat you
You got the old heads that try to teach you
Couple young niggers I speak too
Few bitches I smoke with
Sip liquor crack Joe's head
No facebook but I poke shit
Got dumb high when I wrote this
Note for but I'm focused
I still roll a blunt or just roaches
No jokes but I'm row stain
That pussy wet she soak in
Like only the realest can ride with him
Keeping it low but I'm high as a blunt
Stay calm take you face off with this A off
1 5 cop at 9 am like Adolf
Man I hate y'all take a 8 ball
Make all money back I gotta win
By the weight all I can take off in a great porsche
Make 8 more I ain't gotta spend
I used to dream about a rolls royce
Bitches wouldn't look my way
Now I'm like them hoes choice
Never offered nothing nigga
Hussle with my own voice
When that money talking guarantee you get her tongue moist
Off topic but I'm on point
Make profit off a whole joint
Design a way I come from overseas
Don't pass papers smoke the whole joint
We walk in and they get loose
Blow some sour some sip goose
In a condo with like 6 rooms
Bitch y'all don't know what I've been through
(Hook x2)
That money talk and you so quiet
Drop the top when I roll by
We light it up and get so high
That paper talk 'bout the 4-5
East side to the West side
Niggers is letting them text fly
North side to the south side
All of my niggers is outside
(Verse)
What's poppin' blood, what's cracking cuz
I don't bang but I'm still here
Couple of clips in that CO here
I'm rolling up like a wheel chair
You don't know how I feel here
Smoke a blunt and them pills here
I'm cutting up and I'm button up
I'm a fresh prince no wheel here
Gas 'em up like I filled tanks
Spray cologne but I still stink
Sour D's with that real dang
My heart cried when they killed Frank
Rest in peace to my past niggers
Die young live fast niggers
Play the background no add living
Just pray for me 'cause I'm cash getting
East, and I'm holding it down
Grinding until I lay low in the ground
No trend or topic but throw me a pound
And I break the shit down no joking around
Chop 'em down like a french track
First fly week and your bench whack
Bad bitches I bench press
Hit my connect tell 'em Saint Pat
If you a pimp lay your limp at
The world is yours where the bling at
Not to be rude when I see you
I see food where the strip at
Can't control my index
I don't send threats ,nigga send checks
Shots sprayed like Windex
I'm bugging out no insects
I've been next get your chin checked
Polo down and my team's fresh
Fuck your bitch off 10 decks
I got the message she send sex
Four days with no deal I own everything that I got
Can't be fake I only know real all my life surviving these blocks
Thinking 'bout the mic, you think about your wife
I got niggers sitting up really thinking 'bout their life
Real moves close so they think about their life
Grand move forty cal. they ain't thinking 'bout no fight
Vacant all the time even we can take a flight
Full speed in the left never make it to the right
4,5,6 we can take it to the dice
Fly when I fly Mark Jacob on the flight
(Hook x2)
That money talk and you so quiet
Drop the top when I roll by
We light it up and get so high
That paper talk 'bout the 4-5
East side to the West side
Niggers is letting them text fly
North side to the south side
All of my niggers is outside
(Outro)
We outside
My niggers is outside
Yeah we in this building
But we still play the mass venue
We still play them boulevards and all that shit
Play them curves nigga
Like the bentley well player
East
Before you niggers hating I appreciate it
We are not in motherfucking Grizzly
And I ain't from Memphis
East,uh
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