文本歌词

Yeah I ride til I blew wit the case through the days
Use the ways niggas talk til they blue in the face
Been struggling is nothing to me come and see
I get it in like kobe at the buzzer for three
When I'm gone better twenty one gun it
Thousand dollar bottles pop
One of the best that ever done it
Broke nights dumbing with the dumbest
Sporting the fourth floor
I bought it from fiend for seven hundred
New faces screw facing niggas from a distance
One time wait to take a ni**a through the system
I ain't got time to play I hit the globe on roam
I'm still home a million miles away
And I grind so my seeds could eat sometimes
I let my eyes close and I daydream of sleep
And if I should die before I wake then before my wake
Hit my wifey off with all my cake
Til then I'mma live it up pop corks and split a dutch
Walking on the wild side just to get a rush
Y'all better get in touch laws ain't sh*t to us
Every one I know is god earth king crip or blood
Little ni**a listen up I know you loving the life
Of living it fly so how you can't get enough
Son said who gives a f**k they see I'm making my bread
Escaping the feds so why should I give it up
Ain't nothing left to do but
Throw myself down in these streets
And if I feel like niggas test me
I'm gon reach out for my piece
And I don't run from confrontation
By myself I keep it true
When it comes down to getting paper
I'm gon do what I gotta do
I seen million dollar niggas fall flat on they face
Best friends co defendants how you rat on your ace
Scramblers chase the blood money's hammers on waist
Just to trick on the chick with the candles and lace
Believe it it's real we all out fiending for meals
Food shot up on the block left them bleeding there still
Nothing worse than power in the hands of fools
They play the game but they don't understand the rules
Yo you should understand the jewels
I got my life on the line there's a fifty fifty chance to lose
Aiyo my dude it's bigger than me but as the story go
Why buy the cow when you get it for free
To make a living it's either death or state prison
Deck just ain't quitting either rep or stay hidden
Y'all know the motto hollow points follow you home
Al capone cats swallow the chrome
You get blown back out of your zone like pow to the dome
So watch your mouth kid mind on your tone
Son I ate with the greatest stayed with the latest
Eye for an eye boss ain't with the favors
I laid where they murk all day broad day
I said flames will disperse y'all way y'all play
Deep inside the game wise guys die for they name
While the organized mind stay quietly paid
Ain't nothing left to do but
Throw myself down in these streets
And if I feel like niggas test me
I'm gon reach out for my piece
And I don't run from confrontation
By myself I keep it true
When it comes down to getting paper
I'm gon do what I gotta do
Do what u gotta do
Do do what u gotta do