Letra
[Verse 1]
Got my life in order
We sell bricks but still break down eight bars of quarters
Hey, so you better watch what you say to me
Bag right now on the way to me
****, can just hit my line and place your order
[Verse 2]
It's shit that had your auntie with the lockjaw
Legendary in my hood, ask the rockstars
Crank stars, we'll pull up in like eight cars
**** be forgetting who we is like they take bars
[Verse 3]
It ain't want you know, ****, it's who you know
And all of us got a friend with weed to blow
These **** playing keep up, they don't come even close
Man, these **** fakers here and these bitches broke
[Verse 4]
I ain't jump off the porch until I sold dope
We got teenagers all day, the way that the four
I was a teenager then, I only worked in dope
Talking losses, little ****, you don't even know
One car they're popping
E way, straight dropping
One day, got all 'em copping
Big houses, little ****, got 'em weighing the most
Fell off a couple times but got right back copping
[Verse 5]
I done sat back, got right, got my life in order
We got bricks but still break down eight bars of quarters
So you better watch what you say to me
The bag right now on the way to me
So ****, just hit my line and place your order
[Verse 6]
Hey, grab a slab out the bag, bust it out the rapper
Take you all four and a half, put it back together
Used to stand on the corner, chasing at the cheddar
It's hard for me to chase hoes, I got a busy schedule
[Verse 7]
Half tracks, eight bars, quarter ounces
Cook up twenty four grams and get quarter extra
All on B, Wick and Mac, passing out testers
I'm a real drug dealer, tell by the necklace
[Verse 8]
You ain't really getting money, then I can't respect you
I recover rat bitches like a damn detective
**** wearing fake Rollies, you can't even trust 'em
**** swipe a hoes best, they can't even fuck 'em
Always out of town like I'm on the run
Bust a brick and see the shine like Angola sun
Bitch, I keep a heavy bag, think it weigh a ton
****, I got two hoes at one time 'cause I'm the chosen one
[Verse 9]
I done sat back, got right, got my life in order
We got bricks but still break down eight bars of quarters
So you better watch what you say to me
The bag right now on the way to me
So ****, just hit my line and place your order
Written by: Simon Lewicki