Done Did It (feat. Nicole Wray & NOE)

(Verse One - NOE) Yeah I settle back into the breeze Get my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese Cheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend I'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in The airport, the four point Sheraton Holdin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend He better come get it, a friend is a friend But if the hunger pain win than he better come with it I done did it The game and the critic Puttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick Im acidic when the cigar is litted I'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered I can't count all the goons outfitted in arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it I'm still swampy Bitches still want me The impact I had on the block It still haunts me So many beards in the game going grey The body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay Streets ain't a place, it's a thought Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short I can guarantee you lose with a hsort fuse But I can guarantee a mink when you think (Verse Two - NOE) Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep Same ones who helped me trap figures in the street From the spirit and beyond, they agree Wealth has a cover price, death is the fee I thought clear when I was younger bout the dime But the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind I knew smart well, structured a new cartel They gave me that new car smell Vain, with a deep sharp pain OGs dubbin me the street Mark Twain Pokerface in the middle of a drop off Keep tellin' me he good keep my socks on I'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire Or get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire Situations is dire I'm not a new buyer Get it or you can feel the like (Verse Three - NOE) You niggas joke with your money Sit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money Like everythings chummy Ok, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money Thats funny, get ghost with your money And bring the game a whole new approach with your money See you niggas rather boast with your money And see how many bitches you can grope with your money I sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule 'Cause it rules over life and the doom Clean with the vest, I stress, invest A drug dealer's dream is a dream nonetheless Yeah I settled back into the beat With the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat Now back in the street My young boys are askin to eat Tough guy you ain't lastin' a week