Plug Dreams Sy Ari da Kid (Ft. Birdman & Money Man)

[Intro: Birdman]
You know my young nigga, he a hustler
Type of hustler that make another nigga rich
Ain't nothing wrong about that
Young nigga I love him, he a G, fuck with him
That's a G only
But I always been the type of nigga take a hustler and make all the hustlers rich
They all be rich
Put my life on that
Really fuck with both of them
I tell a nigga if he bout money, go get it
Fuck what they talkin bout
You heard me?
Get the money, make a nigga respect it

[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
You been leesing for a long time, might never own shit
You been selling dope your whole life, and you ain't ever sold a brick
Young nigga doing fed time for some shit he told a bitch
Nigga say he beefing, but if nobody die, it ain't over with
Ain't no running off from the plug, [?] slumped in the mud
Keep a gun tucked for the scrubs
It go bang bang, hit 'em up
Nigga, fuck love pretty much
They'll fuck him up in the club
Nigga cuttin off with the [?]
Nigga bloodshedding with the blood
Gotta hustle up, nigga run
Gotta double up with the funds
Play tough, nigga you're done
Stay up, nigga here it comes
He got work, what you want?
Do your worst, don't be dumb
It the first of the month