[Intro]
That's the key to life, you know what it is
East side, uh
[Verse]
My man on the trial with some powder you can sniff
I'd rather die than ever be a coward or a snitch
I had the Ds who might have sold some sour to your bitch
I don't trust a nigga breathin', takin' showers with the grip
A marksman with my target, I shoot awkward
Like Shawn Marion, Bill Cartwright by the park like
It's 33 for a gram, this shit slow
Balmain Denim lookin' like I'm sellin' dope
Sweatin' for them nickels and dimes won't get that ass
I'm from Harlem, all I ever was taught was go get the cash
She said she tryin' to chill with me, fuck and go get a cab
I can put it in your hand if you smarter then get a bag
Residue in your palm you need your hands washed
You still get excited over shit your man bought
I'm half-Spanish, no problem aksin' the gram, 'course
I'm [?] and these butters matchin' the tame Porsche
The game the same, they just change refs
I know a fiend that smoke now, 'cause he ain't got no veins left
These niggas love you then they hate you in the same breath
Negative vibes, avoid them they got the same stress
I need some new problems, a few robbers
To stick the whole city up, maybe just Mid-town
We have discussions like the Mob, gotta sit down
I feel like Beans in State Prop', lay down or get down, uh
Easin' on my way in, lookin' for a condo couple seasons we can play in
Lobster with the crab lags, even fish filletin'
My man just came home said he needed a bitch to lay with
I got him covered, my youngin' in Wilson got the butter
Can't put it in no Popcaan, need pictures 'til the cops gone
By the time they spin back he got the knot on him
Older niggas hatin, tryin' hard to get the drop on him
Once again, it's on nigga, Kiss had me sippin' on Coral liquor
Don't waste all your pawns nigga
Life of chess game, calculate your moves
My moms still ask why I ain't graduate from school
I was tryin' to get them True Religions with the Pelle
Spend money on guns and swipe for Giuseppe's
Plug out in Equador told me call him jefe
My next flight to L.A. I'm eatin' tres leches
That's the cake if I lost ya, it's for the culture
Shooter remind me of Cal Colver, a good shot
Remember baggin' up everything that they would cop
Sold a nigga some acid and took him back to Woodstock
Catch a nigga in traffic, I never met a good cop
Dave East, spendin' in that foreign with them swayed seats
Signed a deal with Nas but in the streets I'm still waist deep
I'm just tryin' to swim out, play that water like Michael Phelps
Bulletproof the 10 out, light up 'fore I spin out
I mess with women that teach yoga, I'm weed blowin'
The streets know him, just keep flowin'
That's what Malik told me right they caught his body
I'm in your apartment lobby, tryin' to get these packs sold
Way before I go and talk to papi, New York City
You make it here, you make it anywhere
Some days I was really broke, them nights I didn't really care
Check me out, I ain't in prison nobody strech me out
Now I'm up in hot nine, tell these niggas what Flex about
Trip to Baltimore, I got some work I let 'em test it out
Back and forth the silvers bring, my cousin sellin' weapons now
Couldn't make this up, they let Bully go to knock profit
Ravens where cops watchin', survive on no hot pockets
Fell in love with sellin' kush I got my youngin' straight
Felt like I ain't ate in days, codeine help my stomach ache
The office triangle, they need a better defense
I had a Jeep, go to Richmond almost every weekend
I never seem shook, graduated from Springbrook
College dropout, hit the trap I know how them fiends look
Roll the blue carpets out, this money what we talk about
Hate the clothes that I wear, they hate the hoes I brought around
Hate that I was nice and ballin', they hate that I can talk that shit
Hate that I got passports, stamps from talkin' awesome trips
You think they hate me now? Wait 'til I park the ghost
Feel like I should call my coach, laughin' while I'm coughin' smoke
That's the key to life, you know what it is
East side, uh
[Verse]
My man on the trial with some powder you can sniff
I'd rather die than ever be a coward or a snitch
I had the Ds who might have sold some sour to your bitch
I don't trust a nigga breathin', takin' showers with the grip
A marksman with my target, I shoot awkward
Like Shawn Marion, Bill Cartwright by the park like
It's 33 for a gram, this shit slow
Balmain Denim lookin' like I'm sellin' dope
Sweatin' for them nickels and dimes won't get that ass
I'm from Harlem, all I ever was taught was go get the cash
She said she tryin' to chill with me, fuck and go get a cab
I can put it in your hand if you smarter then get a bag
Residue in your palm you need your hands washed
You still get excited over shit your man bought
I'm half-Spanish, no problem aksin' the gram, 'course
I'm [?] and these butters matchin' the tame Porsche
The game the same, they just change refs
I know a fiend that smoke now, 'cause he ain't got no veins left
These niggas love you then they hate you in the same breath
Negative vibes, avoid them they got the same stress
I need some new problems, a few robbers
To stick the whole city up, maybe just Mid-town
We have discussions like the Mob, gotta sit down
I feel like Beans in State Prop', lay down or get down, uh
Easin' on my way in, lookin' for a condo couple seasons we can play in
Lobster with the crab lags, even fish filletin'
My man just came home said he needed a bitch to lay with
I got him covered, my youngin' in Wilson got the butter
Can't put it in no Popcaan, need pictures 'til the cops gone
By the time they spin back he got the knot on him
Older niggas hatin, tryin' hard to get the drop on him
Once again, it's on nigga, Kiss had me sippin' on Coral liquor
Don't waste all your pawns nigga
Life of chess game, calculate your moves
My moms still ask why I ain't graduate from school
I was tryin' to get them True Religions with the Pelle
Spend money on guns and swipe for Giuseppe's
Plug out in Equador told me call him jefe
My next flight to L.A. I'm eatin' tres leches
That's the cake if I lost ya, it's for the culture
Shooter remind me of Cal Colver, a good shot
Remember baggin' up everything that they would cop
Sold a nigga some acid and took him back to Woodstock
Catch a nigga in traffic, I never met a good cop
Dave East, spendin' in that foreign with them swayed seats
Signed a deal with Nas but in the streets I'm still waist deep
I'm just tryin' to swim out, play that water like Michael Phelps
Bulletproof the 10 out, light up 'fore I spin out
I mess with women that teach yoga, I'm weed blowin'
The streets know him, just keep flowin'
That's what Malik told me right they caught his body
I'm in your apartment lobby, tryin' to get these packs sold
Way before I go and talk to papi, New York City
You make it here, you make it anywhere
Some days I was really broke, them nights I didn't really care
Check me out, I ain't in prison nobody strech me out
Now I'm up in hot nine, tell these niggas what Flex about
Trip to Baltimore, I got some work I let 'em test it out
Back and forth the silvers bring, my cousin sellin' weapons now
Couldn't make this up, they let Bully go to knock profit
Ravens where cops watchin', survive on no hot pockets
Fell in love with sellin' kush I got my youngin' straight
Felt like I ain't ate in days, codeine help my stomach ache
The office triangle, they need a better defense
I had a Jeep, go to Richmond almost every weekend
I never seem shook, graduated from Springbrook
College dropout, hit the trap I know how them fiends look
Roll the blue carpets out, this money what we talk about
Hate the clothes that I wear, they hate the hoes I brought around
Hate that I was nice and ballin', they hate that I can talk that shit
Hate that I got passports, stamps from talkin' awesome trips
You think they hate me now? Wait 'til I park the ghost
Feel like I should call my coach, laughin' while I'm coughin' smoke
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