Letra

Please make it back
We Gang
Who you in love with this?
Who you in love with this?
Send some keys to the net, they put that cheese in my lap
Prayin' to the Kane, God's like, "Please make it back"
Two thousand blues to the K, they put that cheese in my lap
Prayin' to the Peel, God's like, "Please make it back"
Twenty Pints to the H, they put that cheese in my lap
Prayin' to the Lean, God's like, "Please make it back"
You grab the flight to the Bay, put that cheese in they lap
Prayin' to the weed, God, that these P's make it back
Slick, man, I keep callin' 'em, he tellin' me they comin'
Long as it ain't no interceptions or no fumblin'
Narcotics fuckin' with my eyes, everything I'm seein' doublin'
But it only happen when I put my money into somethin'
But if you run off, I put a fee on your back
You say it's food, take a two, bro, don't feed into that
If I ain't trippin', ain't tryna put my cheese into that
And when they land, I'ma put a thousand trees on the map
Break solar drop, I had a hunnid G's, that's a fact
Soon as they make it, I'ma send that paper like a fax
Please believe me, I'm all about my cheese like a rat
But if you ride on us, you'll get squeezed like a cat
Have a **** put them bitches in you like a catheter
Only tryna talk if it's 'bout numbers, this shit calculus
Don't care if they don't make it back, these **** savages
In Tucson with a bunch of bows and some cactuses
Send some keys to the nap, they put that cheese in my lap
Prayin' to the Kane guys like, "Please make it back"
Two thousand blues to the K, they put that cheese in my lap
Prayin' to the Peel guys like, "Please make it back"
Twenty Pints to the Ace, they put that cheese in my lap
Prayin' to the Lean guys like, "Please make it back"
Just grabbed a flight to the Bay, I put that cheese in they lap
Prayin' to the weed God that these P's make it back
I hope these P's make it back, I ain't talkin' 'bout the Kroger's
Last time Red ran horse, they make it back with the overs
Kato did, took my wife to G-Yes and got boulders
Prayin' to the top guy that make it down with that Folgers
'Cause it look like coffee the best thing in your stem
Girl made it to the nap, now I'm checkin' in on him
Five hours out with that cheese, so I'm checkin' in on them
But if they both in the car, I guess I'm checkin' in on film
I pray as much as your granny, that's a well known fact
Finger crossed that it's not, but they prayin', my cell top
Mark know exactly what he doin', so trust me, they will rap
Get on your knees and ask God, I'm prayin' to El Chap
Prayin' it don't fall, I stepped on it like a tennis shoe
I like to sit and watch my money, I get provisional
Only like to count C notes, so you could say I'm lyrical
When them drugs in the air, the only time I get spiritual
Send some keys to the nap, they put that cheese in my lap
Prayin' to the Kane guys like, "Please make it back"
Two thousand blues to the K, they put that cheese in my lap
Prayin' to the pill guys like, "Please make it back"
Twenty pints to the H, they put that cheese in my lap
Prayin' to the lean guys like, "Please make it back"
Just grabbed a flight to the Bay, I put that cheese in they lap
Prayin' to the weed God that these P's make it back
Written by: Derrick Rendles
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