[Intro: Mr. Porter]
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, oh yeah
[Pre-Hook: Mr. Porter]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet
[Hook: Royce Da 5'9" & Mr. Porter]
That’s how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Silence be the same color my chain is (quiet)
That’s how it be coming up on my block (quiet)
Silence be the same color of my watch (quiet)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Hold up, shhh, keep your mouth shut
Them street sweepers will come through and clean your house up
Us Detroit niggas call that yellow-taping the scene
My south niggas call it chalked up, you know
We put money on it when it's real, they call me Mr. Fifty a head
I'm sending ten niggas to kill ya at ten until
Every man got an expiration date and a price
All my revolvers got the spinnin' wheel
I make the Lord you pray to appear tonight like Vanna White
Them racketeering charges startin' to look like a tennis deal
I caught it, garden in my backyard guarding the weed and lookin' like some spinnish spiel, but still I'm dealin' raw
From selling to buying weed, actually I'm stealin' all
I'm the last of a dying breed that I'm out here killing off
Four of my closest friends don't know their papas so I pull out rows of dollars to show 'em these real forefathers peelin' off
Get money
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, oh yeah
[Pre-Hook: Mr. Porter]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet
[Hook: Royce Da 5'9" & Mr. Porter]
That’s how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Silence be the same color my chain is (quiet)
That’s how it be coming up on my block (quiet)
Silence be the same color of my watch (quiet)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Hold up, shhh, keep your mouth shut
Them street sweepers will come through and clean your house up
Us Detroit niggas call that yellow-taping the scene
My south niggas call it chalked up, you know
We put money on it when it's real, they call me Mr. Fifty a head
I'm sending ten niggas to kill ya at ten until
Every man got an expiration date and a price
All my revolvers got the spinnin' wheel
I make the Lord you pray to appear tonight like Vanna White
Them racketeering charges startin' to look like a tennis deal
I caught it, garden in my backyard guarding the weed and lookin' like some spinnish spiel, but still I'm dealin' raw
From selling to buying weed, actually I'm stealin' all
I'm the last of a dying breed that I'm out here killing off
Four of my closest friends don't know their papas so I pull out rows of dollars to show 'em these real forefathers peelin' off
Get money
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