Uh,
me and my niggas tryna get it
Get that house lick,
tell me is you with it, ya bitch
Home invasion, what's persuasive?
From nine to five, I know it's vacant,
ya bitch
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
Back when condom rappers wasn't cool
I fucked Charaine and went
to tell my bros
Then that Charaine man,
let it burn, came on
Hot sauce all in, I talk rhymin', ya bitch
Park the car, then we start rhymin',
ya bitch
The only thing we had to
free our mind
Then freeze that verse
when we see dollar signs
You lookin' like an easy come up, ya bitch
A silver spoon,
I know you come from, bitch
And that's a lifestyle that
we never knew
Go at it, reppin' for the revenue
Go Halle Berry or Hallelujah
Pick your poison,
tell me what you do
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of
the gun lives forever
The one in front of
the gun lives forever
An d I've been hustlin' all day
This a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways
Just to say
Money trees is the perfect
place for shade
And that's just how I feel
Nah, nah
Eight dollar mic just fuck your mane,
bitch
That's just how I feel
Nah, a dollar might,
say fuck the niggas that
you gang with,
that's just how I feel
Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch,
that's just how I feel
Nah, a dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich,
that's just how I feel
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Bump that new E40 after school
You know big ballin' with my homies
Bro Stephens had us
thinkin' rational
Back to reality, we poor, ya bitch
Ain't nothin' casualty at war, ya bitch
Two bullets in my uncle
Tony's head
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bitch
That Louie's burgers nev
er be the same
A Louie belt'll never ease that pain
But I'ma purchase when
that day is jerkin'
Pull off at churches with
Pirelli skirtin'
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
Hopin' all of em' offend you,
ya bish
They say your hood is a pot of gold
And we gon' crash it when
nobody's home
Holla baron, or holla dude
Pick your poison, tell me what you do
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun
lives forever
An d I've been hustlin' all day,
this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways,
just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just fuck
your main bitch
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say fuck them niggas
that you came with
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make
that lane switch
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might turn to a million
and we all rich
That's just how I feel
Be the last one out to get this dough
No way, love one of your
fucking head and hoes
No way, hit the streets,
then we break the code
No way, get to breaks when they on patrol
No way, be the last one
out to get the stove
No way, love one of you
bucket -headed hoes
No way, hit the streets,
then we break the code
No way, get to breaks when they on patrol
No way
Magic rock up in them
projects with them niggas
Pick your pockets, Santa Claus,
don't miss them stockings
Liquor spilling, pistols popping,
baking soda
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
My homeboy just domed a n***a
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pops with cocaine residue
Every day I'm hustlin'
What else is a thug to do
When you eatin' cheese from
the government?
Gotta provide for my dawg and them
Get the f*** up out my way, b***h
Got that drum and I got them bands
Just like a parade, b***h
Drop that work up in the bushes
Hope them boys don't see my stache
If they do, tell the truth
It's the last time you might see my ass
From the gardens where
the grass ain't cut
Them serpents lurkin', blood
Bitches sellin' pussy,
niggas sellin' drugs,
but it's all good
Broken promises, still you're watchin',
tell you what time it is
Take your J's and tell you to
kick it where a Fulaka is
In the streets with a heater
under my dungarees
Dreams of me gettin'
shaded under a money
They me Halle Berry, or Halle Louie
Pick your poison,
tell me what you do
Everybody go respect the shooter
But the one in front of the
gun lives forever
The one in front of the gun, forever
And I've been hustlin' all day
This a way, better way
Through canals and
alleyways just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel
Kendrick, just bring my car back, man
I called in for another appointment
I figured you wasn't gonna be
back here on time anyway
Look, shit, shit,
I just wanna get out the house, man
This man is on one, he feeling good,
and a motherfucker.
Shit, I'm trying to get my
thing going too.
I'm going to another house,
just bring my car back.
Shit, he made it, he feeling good.
Listen to him.
See, he has health.
Shit, he ain't even tripping off
them dominoes no more.
Just bring the car back.
Did somebody say dominoes?
