[Verse 1]
With the coke price at a all time high
How the fuck we supposed to eat
Got grown man praying to God hoping for rake in prices
Game is twisted got these young niggas running in banks without A gun
Talking bout they pulling scams niggas acting like they scared to Sell Yayo
Where the hustlers at
[Hook]
My soldiers keep on lock
Can’t ride without the piece no more
Almost fifty a gram God damn
How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord )
I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it )
Yellow tape cause i did it (i did it)
Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch
But I ain’t even hit it so
Jones
[Verse 2]
Uncle Ricky need bail money
That was a [?]
He had a substance problem started off selling bricks
I thought that was very clear (true story)
Thirty years out of his life [?] never snitched
Shit that is very rare
And my little buzzer Renny he beat the death penalty
That was heaven to ma ears I would do it all over again
I wouldn’t change nothing at all
And all the coke that I sold I would move it all again
I’m getting ahead of maself chill
Let me reel it back in
I was dealing crack when
There was no cell phones and I swear it was iller back then
It was beepers on streets [?] first Mac ten
Uncle Ronnie had the old black benz
And they say that i'd be iller now
I used to let the Mac go off just to watch the shells spill
And now mother fucker let me spell it out
UPS and I need my tracking number when I mail it out
Mo fuckaz play too much but I bet that on some chill [?]
Fuck you and your friends I slay two slugs in em
And I got a the bomb dicl that will make you [?]
With the coke price at a all time high
How the fuck we supposed to eat
Got grown man praying to God hoping for rake in prices
Game is twisted got these young niggas running in banks without A gun
Talking bout they pulling scams niggas acting like they scared to Sell Yayo
Where the hustlers at
[Hook]
My soldiers keep on lock
Can’t ride without the piece no more
Almost fifty a gram God damn
How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord )
I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it )
Yellow tape cause i did it (i did it)
Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch
But I ain’t even hit it so
Jones
[Verse 2]
Uncle Ricky need bail money
That was a [?]
He had a substance problem started off selling bricks
I thought that was very clear (true story)
Thirty years out of his life [?] never snitched
Shit that is very rare
And my little buzzer Renny he beat the death penalty
That was heaven to ma ears I would do it all over again
I wouldn’t change nothing at all
And all the coke that I sold I would move it all again
I’m getting ahead of maself chill
Let me reel it back in
I was dealing crack when
There was no cell phones and I swear it was iller back then
It was beepers on streets [?] first Mac ten
Uncle Ronnie had the old black benz
And they say that i'd be iller now
I used to let the Mac go off just to watch the shells spill
And now mother fucker let me spell it out
UPS and I need my tracking number when I mail it out
Mo fuckaz play too much but I bet that on some chill [?]
Fuck you and your friends I slay two slugs in em
And I got a the bomb dicl that will make you [?]
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