3.5

I'm not leaving

Please, stop gassing 'em up

We done put three in the sky, another 3.5 game

Rolled nine on my blunt

Only time I ran, ****, ran to a gun

Never got an axe, never ran out of funds

I ain't never had my mama sitting in the courtroom

before she ever gotta go bury one of her sons

Gotta get some income no matter the outcome

Gotta stay on point, never roll without one

I'm a man on a mission, always playin' my position

Know I had to lose it helped me to start winning

**** talk down to build up their own image

Stop cappin' for these bitches

If you in the streets, keep a lawyer on retainer

People change once a **** get chained up

Seen money turn the closest friends into strangers

People count what you got, tryna help you spend it, they didn't help you make it

When you hop in these streets, better take notes, ain't no disclaimers

Either rollin' with the givers or you rollin' with the takers

****, spliff makers

Please, stop gassin' 'em up

We done put three in the sky, another 3.5 game

Rolled nine on my blunt

Only time I ran, ****, ran to a gun

Never got an axe, never ran out of funds

I ain't had my mama sitting in the courtroom

before she ever gotta go bury one of her sons