[Intro]
(I get my work from the narco)
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
If ballin' was a crime, I'd probably have life
I be in the studio late night, the Plug be pullin' all-nighters
F&N bullets just knocked down another backup bitch
I done hit a dime on the 'Gram on a motel mattress
If ballin' was a crime, I'd probably have life
I be in the studio late night, the Plug be pullin' all-nighters
F&N bullets just knocked down another backup bitch
I done hit a dime on the 'Gram on a motel mattress
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
If ballin' was a crime, I'd probably have life
Jail was the only place the Plug was doin' fightin'
Thеy booked the Stinc Team for a murdеr, burglary, indictment
And all this gettin' money in it to see the Stinc Team insighted
"Chill out, Ralfy, we don't need you gettin' violent again"
Nigga broke, so he on my comments cryin' again
Disrespect chef Ralfy in my kitchen, get hit with a frying pan
The last song I dropped wasn't a hit, I'ma try again
Too much pressure, I keep pipe for my diamonds dancin'
I feel like this year, I might buy a mansion
These niggas actin' freaky like Marilyn Manson
The Plug the LA sensei, I'm they master
He all pissed off 'cause he don't own his masters
Rappin' for chains and whips, tryna please they slave master
When you come to LA, the Stincs the main factor
Don't mention opps to me unless you throwin' a K after
The Plug
(I get my work from the narco)
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
If ballin' was a crime, I'd probably have life
I be in the studio late night, the Plug be pullin' all-nighters
F&N bullets just knocked down another backup bitch
I done hit a dime on the 'Gram on a motel mattress
If ballin' was a crime, I'd probably have life
I be in the studio late night, the Plug be pullin' all-nighters
F&N bullets just knocked down another backup bitch
I done hit a dime on the 'Gram on a motel mattress
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
If ballin' was a crime, I'd probably have life
Jail was the only place the Plug was doin' fightin'
Thеy booked the Stinc Team for a murdеr, burglary, indictment
And all this gettin' money in it to see the Stinc Team insighted
"Chill out, Ralfy, we don't need you gettin' violent again"
Nigga broke, so he on my comments cryin' again
Disrespect chef Ralfy in my kitchen, get hit with a frying pan
The last song I dropped wasn't a hit, I'ma try again
Too much pressure, I keep pipe for my diamonds dancin'
I feel like this year, I might buy a mansion
These niggas actin' freaky like Marilyn Manson
The Plug the LA sensei, I'm they master
He all pissed off 'cause he don't own his masters
Rappin' for chains and whips, tryna please they slave master
When you come to LA, the Stincs the main factor
Don't mention opps to me unless you throwin' a K after
The Plug
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