[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Tre made this beat)
Uh, uh
[Chorus]
I ain't felt this way in a minute, uh, uh
I just blew the roof through the ceiling, uh
I just woke up to another million, uh
Finally made my way out of the trenches, and I still'll
Take a brick and break a brick and get it gone, yeah (Yeah)
Take a bitch and break a bitch and send her home, yeah (What else?)
'Bout my brothers, you in trouble, they right or they wrong, yeah (What else?)
All that I know, yeah (What else?), murder she wrote, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Okay
[Verse]
Gang-gang forever, I'ma die for my respect, uh
Say my name, whatever, get you popped through a text, uh
Hundred K or better, I just wrapped it 'round my neck
Johnny Dang, king of bling, I just went fucked up a check
On the road doin' shows, comin' to your city next
Bunch of bottom boy survivors, we a long way from the 'jects, uh
Hit my knees, I'm thanking God I finally get to flex
Reminisce about hard times right before I board a jet
And who need a stylist when you got all this money pilin'?
All it took was guidance, a young nigga, but far from childish
Me and Lil J gon' get them loads, get 'em gone, and then rewind it
He sold four hundred P's and brought back eight hundred thousand, yeah, yeah
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Tre made this beat)
Uh, uh
[Chorus]
I ain't felt this way in a minute, uh, uh
I just blew the roof through the ceiling, uh
I just woke up to another million, uh
Finally made my way out of the trenches, and I still'll
Take a brick and break a brick and get it gone, yeah (Yeah)
Take a bitch and break a bitch and send her home, yeah (What else?)
'Bout my brothers, you in trouble, they right or they wrong, yeah (What else?)
All that I know, yeah (What else?), murder she wrote, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh
Okay
[Verse]
Gang-gang forever, I'ma die for my respect, uh
Say my name, whatever, get you popped through a text, uh
Hundred K or better, I just wrapped it 'round my neck
Johnny Dang, king of bling, I just went fucked up a check
On the road doin' shows, comin' to your city next
Bunch of bottom boy survivors, we a long way from the 'jects, uh
Hit my knees, I'm thanking God I finally get to flex
Reminisce about hard times right before I board a jet
And who need a stylist when you got all this money pilin'?
All it took was guidance, a young nigga, but far from childish
Me and Lil J gon' get them loads, get 'em gone, and then rewind it
He sold four hundred P's and brought back eight hundred thousand, yeah, yeah
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