[Verse 1: RetcH]
Yo, uh, high water pressure shower hit from all angles
My shorty stepping out in nothing but some gold bangles
Waiter asked me 'bout dessert, I told him, "No thank you"
I got a plate with that pack, I'm like Criss Angel
Wake up with your bitch, drink some OJ
I'm in Dolce when I pull up where your ho stay
That's why these niggas riding dick like a dollar bus
When we was younger, man, it started out a lot of us
But life run it's courses, nigga, wins and losses
I seen cells, I seen coffins, I want Benz and Porsches
Get 5 mil today, I'm going to get the Lambo truck
Get on that stage, every time I'm bigging Yambo up, uh
Rest in peace Fredo, shoutout Chief and Tadoe, uh
Ballout, that's the homie, L'A though
On Blood Money, white tees where they hanging out
Ain't leave the guns at the house though, we bring 'em out
I did some shit could get me sent that I can't speak about
SLAP program, let my niggas spend a weekend out
Going to trial, that's the toughest shit I ever did
Nigga pointing from the stand right in front my kid
Same nigga that I used to call my fucking brother
Couldn't be closer if we had the same fucking mother
But life run it's courses, nigga, wins and losses
Faced the opposition often, I ain't never forfeit
Yo, uh, high water pressure shower hit from all angles
My shorty stepping out in nothing but some gold bangles
Waiter asked me 'bout dessert, I told him, "No thank you"
I got a plate with that pack, I'm like Criss Angel
Wake up with your bitch, drink some OJ
I'm in Dolce when I pull up where your ho stay
That's why these niggas riding dick like a dollar bus
When we was younger, man, it started out a lot of us
But life run it's courses, nigga, wins and losses
I seen cells, I seen coffins, I want Benz and Porsches
Get 5 mil today, I'm going to get the Lambo truck
Get on that stage, every time I'm bigging Yambo up, uh
Rest in peace Fredo, shoutout Chief and Tadoe, uh
Ballout, that's the homie, L'A though
On Blood Money, white tees where they hanging out
Ain't leave the guns at the house though, we bring 'em out
I did some shit could get me sent that I can't speak about
SLAP program, let my niggas spend a weekend out
Going to trial, that's the toughest shit I ever did
Nigga pointing from the stand right in front my kid
Same nigga that I used to call my fucking brother
Couldn't be closer if we had the same fucking mother
But life run it's courses, nigga, wins and losses
Faced the opposition often, I ain't never forfeit
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