Tell u da truth Lunchbox (Ft. Redda)

[Chorus: Redda]
I'm on drugs, to tell you the truth
I make bread, my hundreds all blue
Where I'm going? I don't got a clue
I stay chasing the bread, and chasing that loot
That lil' bitch for the gang, you ain't have a clue
I get high at the crib, I got nothin' to do
Tryna put that shit down, but I cannot stop
On the drank, yeah, I'm drowning, drowning, it don't stop
Bitch, we get in that money, that money a lot
And we smoke good za', boy, you smoking that [?], ha

[Verse: Lunchbox]
Smokin' that [?]'
This some [?], this ain't no [?]
Since I went up, tryna stay in the side, side
Bitch, I ain't going back
Used to fuck with that bitch, but I ain't going back
'Member I ain't had shit, bitch, I ain't going back
Bitch I'm up with that stick, bitch, I ain't going lack
Niggas confused that I'm up
They like 'what did you do'
But don't know what I put in
They don't know what they gon' do
Yeah, I count up them racks when I come through
When she suck on my dick, don't know what she could do
This choppa make a nigga back up
This ain't no telling, bitch we racked up
Spin his block, sounded like Mantra
They get no attenion when they act up, ha
Gettin' too high need a minute
[?] we too high, we too high, need a minute
I never respond to nothin' that you say
I'm with Redda, we too [?], nigga's finished