Religion G Perico & DJ Drama

[Intro: DJ Drama]
(Dramatic, nigga)
When I talk to the streets
Shit's like a religion

[Verse 1: G Perico]
We jumped on a plane and we flew out of state
Landed in the next city, time to get paid
Every month, I need a million dollars, right now, that's the goal
Say you wanna do business, well, what you got goin' on?
It's houses in my hood that cost a half a million
Niggas spin the block all day, around that bitch, killin'
If you ain't really gettin' money, you can't live in my city
A gang of famous niggas gettin' killed in my city
We bust first, then we ask the questions later
I was taught to get it on my own, I don't need no favors
I was eatin' Tams, now my taste stuck on Nobu
Flyin' up PCH in a C8 with no roof
Don't try to hit me on my phone, I think it's tapped
Don't even try to talk in code, you gon' gеt a nigga cracked
And I got Versace shadеs coverin' up the sun rays
Flyin' in my 'Vette, I pull that bitch out every Sunday
Mic check, Glock check, my nigga with the flock check
Can't take advice from a nigga that ain't got shit
They talk shit, but I ain't worried 'bout it, 'cause we drop shit
On the Eastside, I'm the top shit