[Produced By Backpack]
[Verse 1 - Jace]
Deep down all I ever wanted was some money with my partners
And a blacked out 'rari and a crib for my mama
Now a nigga goin' get it either way it go
No switching, mathematician, motherfucka' no problem
Keep a bunch of loud weed nigga, ay
Bunch of nines round me nigga, ay
If you with your people start jumping on shit
Start a fucking moshpit or a movement if you need to
One, two, three, nigga go crazy
Hit the blunt so hard did a full 180
Just for the record can’t nann' nigga pay me
Lean got the car creeping, driving Ms Daisy
Pull up to the money like fuck you pay me
Kill a nigga nowadays, could die young anyway like Tray
[Hook]
Whole world go crazy [x3]
[Verse 2 - LightSkinMac11]
I strapped the porch with my pistol and my partners ho
Been fucking your bitch, [?]
Don’t you ever hit me less you got a problem
Been sleeping so plush on this Murakami
Mastermind of my psyche, signed a deal, Illuminati
Took my poppa’s life, it still haunt me
Day to day when I be drinking sloppy
Popping pills, I’m just a fucking zombie
I don’t really think they like me mommy
Mac-11 or they call me Johnny
Always making money, I’m in love with counting
And her pussy wet, it’s like a fucking fountain
Money counter, money counter
Stack it up just like a mountain
I got dogs you can’t be around
Percocet is kicking in, I fell down
[Verse 3 - Cartier Dave]
I said I talk tough, cause I been in a house
Where the guns came out and they look in the couch
To find work like the unemployed
Had my mama face down, white by the toys
Told her give up the stash, she ain’t have a choice
So she point out the stash, I ain’t have a voice
Only two, what’s a youngin to do?
These facts, I’m just speaking the truth, living the proof
Hop off the stoop and I got to get it
The game is survive and I'm the fuckin' fittest
Middle finger to the five, Imma leave emlivid
And if a nigga got a ride Imma fucking get it
Fuck 12, jump bail, fuck a sentence
They say we living in hell so why are we dependent on a motherfucker just like me
They scared of revolt but it just might be, said it just might be
Ay, see a nigga like me
Uh, I’m prepared for the beef
Uh, like a butcher and a cooker we can ride in the street, we can ride in the street
Fuck a college degree (fuck school)
Cause I learned from the streets (nigga what)
Two-9 till it kill me (till the casket)
I know the rest goin' agree
[Verse 4 – Curtis Williams]
Said this leather jacket got a ball in it
Swear this booth I’m in, it got a stall in it
Your bitch bad and we all hit it
Yeah nigga we all hit it
Roll up a blunt, hit it once and I’m stuck
Where I come from you’re only safe with a gun
Hear them boys talking but they ain’t saying none
New bitch with me, ain’t no telling where she from
The niggas that I’m with get their rep on
Why you snorting that shit, that dope stepped on
Tryna figure out nigga why we slept on
And if you talking wrong nigga, get stepped on
[Hook]
[Verse 5 - Ceej]
Bitch I go crazy
So crazy, go crazy, I’m crazy, go apeshit
No we don’t take sips, we face it
And no bitch I don’t want no chaser
Furthermore I would never chase her in my fit
Very limited Brick, did the regimen
Counting dividends, bitch it’s intricate, all your bitches basic
Got your old girl and you need to replace her
In the club and I dab it out then I came in the lobby and I run around
Used to hate me but they feel it now
I just live life, I don’t plan it out
Young motherfuckers got banana rounds, hammer time
Hating motherfuckers need to free me
With my curly haired bitch in the teepee
Said fuck school, got my GED
Cause ain’t nothing you can motherfucking teach me
[Hook][x2]
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