Lyrics:
gotta build to the corner pocket pool shit
From Houston to NO to VA back to MN and it's all
Good this out the hood my whole family in
Never broke but
Okay?
Feeling saucy!
Let me get that kush?
Here we go!
I just threw some suicide's on a brand new wraith
(Whoa)
All these diamonds in this richard
shots up in the hood, might clap some like Parade
I post up on the block, This bag of rocks right here gon get me paid
You know that BSG the gang
led up yea
A lotta these hoes fck with me
To get they rep up (true shit)
We got pesos by the case load (racks)
You ain't know this cake is why
We in
The way we grip the wood pimp
Goin hard on it, while I signed on it
Suppose to buy the hood, this is all grind money
Poppin tangs on it, throwin grands
bringin bitches by my place
Jack me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her husband askin
Used to gettin' thanks from (?)
Setting numbers in the hood, do what I say
Do tell 'em niggas break bread or fake dead
It (?) dead
50 million, I done
the trap in the hood I was raised in
Fuck on a hot thotiana she blazianBut
I love this cash m.o.b that's engraved in
I keep the trenchez sizzling
Robbing hoods they got from the store
These rappers rich
I'm robbing them
Cause my niggas is poor
You want some more?
I got you it's aight my friend
This
other
You got to get there before you die
Rooster:
You don't get there
By playing from the rule book
Hannigan:
You stack the aces
Rooster:
You load
smoking
In that hallway
Those the old days
All this time pass
I be thinking like It's no way
And I just hope
That we get rich
By tomorrow
I know this money
off all them haters I can do bad by myself
Yodah Benji's that's the name reminding me to get this wealth
A nigga moved up out the hood but everywhere I
something, cause I'm the dude nobody thought could ever be this driven
I'll have given a classic by 29 like I'm Mathers
I'm showing what this business is
twistin' them caps
We all millionaires that be
Stealin' in stores
I don't pay for no G Unit's
I just walk out the door
This ain't no funny money this
Here
down
Shit craze, 'cause I really started from the bottom
No bitch Drake, shooters in my hood is dummy rocking (Bop-boop)
Section eight, yeah my
A
Been in my brain
For so damn long like the NIA
I was left in a room with a pen and page
To go wick in this bitch til I'm bent with rage
Ultra instinct in
the block just me and my mini-me
Did it and lived it, grinded here
Cops fillin' wit' my projects find it yeah
Not only was I in the game, I was gifted in
work," said God, "But here's the rub:
I have a book for you to sub.
It's called The Bib.. O, please, don't blub.
There's a good boy. Steady."
So God
tracks embellishes
The idea clearer that Wu-Tang Forever
This, way of life is art, rhymes and cleverness
Enjoying by God, no man could sever this
I
mornin? and got a 74
I'm tryin? to stay hood but I ain't tryin? to die here
I need to be able to spend money without fear
The kinda money I can ball for da
this cake dawg
Give niggas a break, nah, you know how the game go
Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no)
I'm out here to grind mo',
this cake dawg
Give niggas a break, nah, you know how the game go
Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no)
I'm out here to grind mo',
the dark, the best of the best (yes)
All of this ice got everybody preein' (everyone)
I need to go cop me a vest (right now)
I'm still in the hood with
the dark, the best of the best (yes)
All of this ice got everybody preein' (everyone)
I need to go cop me a vest (right now)
I'm still in the hood with
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