[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
Yeah
I ride till I'm through with the case
Through the days use the weights, niggas talk till they blue in the face
Been strugglin' is nothing to me
Come and see, I get it in like Kobe at the buzzer for three
When I'm gone, better 21-gun it
Thousand dollar bottles pop, one of the best that ever done it
Broke nights dumbin' with the dumbest
Sportin' the four-four I bought off a fiend for seven huned'
New faces, screwfacin' niggas from a distance
One time wait to take a nigga through the system
I ain't got time to play
I hit the globe on roam, I'm still home a million miles away
And I grind so my seeds could eat
Sometimes I let my eyes close, and I daydream of sleep
And if I should die before I wake
Then before my wake hit my wifey off with all my cake
Till then, I'ma live it up, pop corks, and split a dutch
Walkin' on the wild side, just to get a rush
Ya'll better get in touch, laws ain't shit to us
Every one I know is God, Earth, King, Crip, or Blood
Little nigga listen up
I know you loving the life, an' livin' it fly, so high you can't get enough
Son said, "Who gives a fuck?"
They see I'm making my bread, escaping the feds
So why should I give it up?
Yeah
I ride till I'm through with the case
Through the days use the weights, niggas talk till they blue in the face
Been strugglin' is nothing to me
Come and see, I get it in like Kobe at the buzzer for three
When I'm gone, better 21-gun it
Thousand dollar bottles pop, one of the best that ever done it
Broke nights dumbin' with the dumbest
Sportin' the four-four I bought off a fiend for seven huned'
New faces, screwfacin' niggas from a distance
One time wait to take a nigga through the system
I ain't got time to play
I hit the globe on roam, I'm still home a million miles away
And I grind so my seeds could eat
Sometimes I let my eyes close, and I daydream of sleep
And if I should die before I wake
Then before my wake hit my wifey off with all my cake
Till then, I'ma live it up, pop corks, and split a dutch
Walkin' on the wild side, just to get a rush
Ya'll better get in touch, laws ain't shit to us
Every one I know is God, Earth, King, Crip, or Blood
Little nigga listen up
I know you loving the life, an' livin' it fly, so high you can't get enough
Son said, "Who gives a fuck?"
They see I'm making my bread, escaping the feds
So why should I give it up?
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