Either Way (feat. Ray Vicks)

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

If it ain’t rapping

We wrapping them in the floor ****

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

If it ain’t rapping

We wrapping them in the floor ****

Still preaching to the streets

They seeking my knowledge

Bad boy rocking diamonds

Like Christopher Wallace

Still stepping on my haters

I kill them with kindness

50 thousand on a watch

We really be shining

Really pull a quarter ticket

Off the bowl ****

You wanna quarter or a ticket

What’s your goal ****

He turned a quarter to a chicken

At the stove ****

Dirty money in my safe I got souls in it

I still

Bitch I still trap or die

Fuck that sack up like 05

Trapping doing numbers still jumping like 09

Trap doing numbers that bitch jump like it’s 09

 

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

If it ain’t rapping

We wrapping them in the floor ****

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

If it ain’t rapping

We wrapping them in the floor ****

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow

I just sat back a lil minute

Til I knew it was a go

**** capping in they rapping

They ain’t never sold no dope

So all I got do

Is tell my life story and what I know

Like I got a jail phone for my ****

That’s up the road

And when they send them plays home

I just break them off with bows

 

Matter fact get your camera

And them let it roll

Every day my life a movie

We trapping and toting poles

So we really live the shit

That we putting up in our songs

Matter fact cut the beat

Somebody pass me my phone

That’s a 434 number

Lil buddy he want a zone

Tell him meet me by the Hampton

And park by the double poles

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

If it ain’t rapping

We wrapping them in the floor ****

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

I was made to take this shit

And go and blow with it

If it ain’t rapping

We wrapping them in the floor ****