Toast 2 That (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

Let's toast to that

I gotta make a toast for all my real **** out there, man

All my **** in the jail, man, we always think about you, bro

Keep your head up high, for real for real, 'cause I know how it is to be down, dog

Feel like everybody on your knock' side, you dig? But we with you

Real life, yeah, aye, yeah

Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that

Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that

God keep blessing us, so let's toast to that

Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act?

Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Shawty talk crazy, we in all black

We in black masks, all my **** strapped

Aye, man, let's toast to that

We been gettin' money from the jump

I came through, felony inside my trunk

Before rap, **** been 'bout them dumps

Before rap, **** been on these chumps

I don't know how we supposed to fake all the funk

Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that

Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that

God keep blessing us, so let's toast to that

Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act?

Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Gangstas never die, so let's toast to that

Fuck your bitch and take her on trips, but ain't no posting that

I had to put in that work for the set before I sold a bag

Whip hard and cut every seven gram soda, that's good crack

I mix it with the betweezy, my ****

Vitamins good for my geekers, my ****

The blow Trader Joes, got that organic dope

And a hundred packs stuffed in the freezer, my ****

We dumpin' and drop it off, post and packin'

Like pimples, we poppin' off

I can't talk on my phone 'cause I'm talkin raw

Feel like Steven Segal, I'm 'Above the Law'

****, fuck the law

I just cut off all my bitches, so let's toast to that

Made a couple million, can't let a hoe get close to that

I told papi the rock wasn't lockin', I sent that coca back

I had to put in that work for the set 'fore I sold a bag

Tryna find my next drug never meant so much

And vices never cared about my age either

Money, cars, clothes, hoes, steering wheels, the same

The family

And only I could be the teacher in the end