Lyrics

Yeah, G-Side we in the building Crooked live, my nigga Deniro Ay, you know usually I don't talk that work shit, man We still in the hood, but since I'm fuckin' with you, man I'ma take it there, fuck it Show 'em how we got the money, yeah Konstantin, what it do Now I'm fucked up, I need help Playin' 'round with this fire, I done burnt myself Cookin' in the devil's kitchen, nigga Better guard your soul before he get it, nigga That's why I'm so wicked, nigga Shit slowed up, ain't no money on the streets Homegrown floatin' 'round and it's going for the cheap Nigga owe me five stacks and ain't called me in a week And I still owe my people, hell, they throw it to me free But I'm still in the game even though it ain't for me I ain't tryin' to be a victim to these mothafuckin' streets Or be doin' twenty-five in a penitentiary My nigga used to get them thangs shipped in from Tennessee 'Til somebody that he flexed came back, remember me? He can't live to tell about it, hell, he just a memory I can't stand fuckin' haters, just a waste of energy Can't pay the price, But I rolled my dice 'cause a nigga envy me (damn) Two whole thangs with me, riding in a minivan Kush got my eyes red like the devil has Gotta feed the fam so I made dinner plans Rollin' with my pistol so you know there's one off in my pants Two cold blood killas riding in a minivan Pillars on the block, servin' J's hand to hand Gotta feed the fam so they made dinner plans Watching for the feds that be jumpin' out the minivans The ATF didn't kick my door this morning (yeah) Today gon' be a good day (a good day) We live it and spit it over beats So you ain't gotta see it, all you gotta do is press play (play) No cameras though, no prop guns (bow) No speakin' if the mothafuckin' cops come (ha) Matter fact, I think it was a setup 'Cause I ran out the back, He ain't even try to get up (he ain't even try to get up) No honor, and I wasn't expecting it 'Cause niggas treat the G-code like the old testament (old testament) Hope the rap game save us (save us) Before the trap game slave us, handcuff us in cages (cages) So if we don't fuck with the majors than I got us a couple of capers Plan to get us up some paper (up some paper) So if you see that minivan full of blue eyes and curly hairs Then the whole block better scram Two whole thangs with me, riding in a minivan Kush got my eyes red like the devil has Gotta feed the fam so I made dinner plans Rollin' with my pistol so you know there's one off in my pants Two cold blood killas riding in a minivan Pillars on the block, servin' J's hand to hand Gotta feed the fam so they made dinner plans Watching for the feds that be jumpin' out the minivans Had to fly to Alabama 'cause they showin' niggas love Clique'd up with G-Side, we gon' get it out the mud In the hood with fifty thugs, they ain't goin' to no club They just waitin' in the parking lot so they could shoot it up I'm in Arkansas with Big Meech and weighin' it up Flyin' back to my city then just pay him his cut Real talk, well I'm well connected and I'm well respected My face good, I can get it on credit Okay, I'm from Alabama but I've been smokin' California (yeah) Get the reggie from Texas and get the mid from Arizona (Arizona) Pack came in last Sunday I need a good Friday, Had four straight Mondays (four straight Mondays) Used to have the whole thang gone in one day (one day) You could get the whole thang for the one K (one K) That's how I got the Chevy thang with the dumb paint (dumb paint) Flip the whole thang up for the feng shui (yeah) Two whole thangs with me, riding in a minivan Kush got my eyes red like the devil has Gotta feed the fam so I made dinner plans Rollin' with my pistol so you know there's one off in my pants Two cold blood killas riding in a minivan Pillars on the block, servin' J's hand to hand Gotta feed the fam so they made dinner plans Watching for the feds that be jumpin' out the minivans
Writer(s): Alexander John Martinez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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