Forever Paid

(WoodOnDaBeat)

Know what the fuck goin' on, ****

You can catch me ridin' 'round every day with the Drac' on me

Really got thirty racks all dubs, I got that pape' on me

Youngest in the hood, fuck around and be the big homie

You still shootin' semiautomatics, put a switch on it

I can't believe they really took my ****, killed my rich homie

We gon' keep on slidin' on these **** 'til they RIP brodie

We speedin' through the lights in Hellcats, drive 'em like they stolen

Forever Paid, we pray for better days, only God know me

I'm like Bando, pushin' on the gas, they never catch us

I got bands, ho, why you think I pour without a measure?

Bitch, we reckless, if brodie like your chain, he take your necklace

I got skinny fifties on me, in here fuckin' up the extras

I'm forever paid, I pray for better days, then we all straight

Leave a **** flat broad day, call AAA

We still got the route, we load it up, we still gettin' paid

You still might catch Fat-Fat on the 'Hound on the interstate

Just woke up another twenty-four, why would I complain?

Damn, brodie, you got me fucked up, you gave me the game

Tomorrow ain't promised, I'ma live it up, you can feel my pain

Pourin' pints of Wock', without my ****, it won't be the same

You can catch me ridin' 'round every day with the Drac' on me

Really got thirty racks all dubs, I got that pape' on me

Youngest in the hood, fuck around and be the big homie

You still shootin' semiautomatics, put a switch on it

I can't believe they really took my ****, killed my rich homie

We gon' keep on slidin' on these **** 'til they RIP brodie

We speedin' through the lights in Hellcats, drive 'em like they stolen

Forever Paid, we pray for better days, only God know me

Who is you? You don't know me, only God know me

These is 7.62s, we ain't 9 totin'

Dumb bitch keep eatin' all the Percs, she be eyein' open

I fuck around, mix Trishy with the Wocky, I'm leanin' in motion

Grabbed a ticket, jumped right on a flight and flew into Oakland

Meet the plug, it's all love, shit, I get 'em and throw 'em

You can't come and re-up, 'cause, ****, you owe 'em

Drop a hundred shots on 'em, sound like it's thunderstormin'

You keep askin' all these questions, ****, that ain't important

You a bitch, can't come around, my **** gon' extort you

Real killer, got the sauce and the torch too

Don't let me catch your pussy ass slippin', I'ma horse you

You can catch me ridin' 'round every day with the Drac' on me

Really got thirty racks all dubs, I got that pape' on me

Youngest in the hood, fuck around and be the big homie

You still shootin' semiautomatics, put a switch on it

I can't believe they really took my ****, killed my rich homie

We gon' keep on slidin' on these **** 'til they RIP brodie

We speedin' through the lights in Hellcats, drive 'em like they stolen

Forever Paid, we pray for better days, only God know me