[Verse 1]
Yeah
Check it
I'm the shit
Eat a dick and get sick if you think the opposite
Smoke a fuck nigga giving statements to the operative
Preparation met opportunity now I'm popping bitch
Seeing profit pushing potent product to the populace
Pass out puffing this poison, come take a brolic hit
Bring it back to your block tell them where you got the shit
Ain't no stopping this, don't give a fuck who you got on top of your list
I drown that nigga in the pot that he piss
Care less who don't acknowledge we lit
Make racks off rap
Still sell you molly to sniff
Mommy told me don't be pussy and never do nothing halfway
It's either all or nothing, pass the paper or you pass away
We was bagging up for half a day
Fiend started crying when he sniffed the resi' off the plastic tray
My weed loud like 50 cal ratchet's spray
My rap styles are 80s crack vials packed with yay
Niggas hit me and say "Streetz you're killing it"
Only give a fuck about a safe with a mil' in it
[Chorus]
Middle finger to my foes, sleep with one eye closed
Bread, burners and hoes, this the life that we chose
I need acres of land before my wrist on froze
Cause they hate to see a nigga getting rich off flows
Middle finger to my foes, sleep with one eye closed
Bread, burners, and hoes, this the life that we chose
I need acres of land before my wrist on froze
Cause they hate to see a nigga getting rich off flows
I need the dough
Motherfucker I need the dough
Yeah
Check it
I'm the shit
Eat a dick and get sick if you think the opposite
Smoke a fuck nigga giving statements to the operative
Preparation met opportunity now I'm popping bitch
Seeing profit pushing potent product to the populace
Pass out puffing this poison, come take a brolic hit
Bring it back to your block tell them where you got the shit
Ain't no stopping this, don't give a fuck who you got on top of your list
I drown that nigga in the pot that he piss
Care less who don't acknowledge we lit
Make racks off rap
Still sell you molly to sniff
Mommy told me don't be pussy and never do nothing halfway
It's either all or nothing, pass the paper or you pass away
We was bagging up for half a day
Fiend started crying when he sniffed the resi' off the plastic tray
My weed loud like 50 cal ratchet's spray
My rap styles are 80s crack vials packed with yay
Niggas hit me and say "Streetz you're killing it"
Only give a fuck about a safe with a mil' in it
[Chorus]
Middle finger to my foes, sleep with one eye closed
Bread, burners and hoes, this the life that we chose
I need acres of land before my wrist on froze
Cause they hate to see a nigga getting rich off flows
Middle finger to my foes, sleep with one eye closed
Bread, burners, and hoes, this the life that we chose
I need acres of land before my wrist on froze
Cause they hate to see a nigga getting rich off flows
I need the dough
Motherfucker I need the dough
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