[Intro]
Yeah, this shit off the top man
(Yo, Adb, this beat go crazy)
But you already knew that
[Verse]
Yeah, I done took some losses
Table with the bosses (for real)
We poppin’ Ace of Spades, talkin’ ‘bout how we done got here
Shootin’ on the opp block, runnin’ from the coppaz (the coppaz)
Never turn my back up on my partners (yeah)
We gonna run it up regardless
Niggas hating and I love it, I ain’t never make it get to me
She know I’m getting cake, she beautiful and I’m the beast
Call me on rainy days, I promise I ain’t never leave you
Intercept plays like we stealers (for real)
Be on janitor time, I’m tryna clean up
Young and got racks like Serena (I got racks), yuh dig that
Can't wait to fill up them arenas, yuh dig that
Fresh off the plane still havin’ jet lag (jet lag)
And I got killers waiting for me, fast car do the dash
How it feel to grind for my nigga to take that? (take that)
We ain’t fuckin’ none of you bitches without Latex (okay)
I was out grindin’ for my pay regardless (regardless)
It’s strictly gang business, is you really on it? (is you on it?)
Left and came back with fifty racks, ain’t take me long to double that
When you in streets you gotta watch who really on your side (your side)
I’m born ready, no surprise (ready)
See niggas feel like they deserve what you got
Snakes and ladders, had to fight my way up
Bloody went crazy from bodies, yeah, stay up (bloody)
My dawg a canine I hope he don’t bite me up (slatt)
But when this K rise, I swear it gon’ light shit up
Two Glocks up me, one on my hip, one in my pocket
Go ask woadie he was tellin’ me to stop it (I can’t)
Woah, woah, pressure on my name, don’t talk, I bet I hit the road (I step on gas)
I suit up, I’m blacking out, i’m moving like a ghost
If I can't spin, yeah, would you spin for me? I’m thinking, let me know, mafia business
I could get them lows, could you get a gun? Ain’t no joke
Whats your preference? Yeah, what you know?
Ain’t finna do business with no broke
They always fuckin’ up, tryna stay up in that hole
I was off drugs while I was sellin’ dope (off the codeine)
Thank god I don’t gotta do that shit no more
From the trenches, we global
This is some street millstones
From pennies to millions gon’ get it while you gone
You damn near left me all alone
Fantasizing what we gon’ do
Demons let em loose
Two young rich niggas in a coupe
The night was young 'cause bro ain’t get to make it through
Percocets, my mood swings been kicking through
Point me to the shooter, get him shot go pick up dude
Fucked up, I thought you built for this shit, why you
This ain’t no street fight, still smash a nigga, Ryu
Yeah, this shit off the top man
(Yo, Adb, this beat go crazy)
But you already knew that
[Verse]
Yeah, I done took some losses
Table with the bosses (for real)
We poppin’ Ace of Spades, talkin’ ‘bout how we done got here
Shootin’ on the opp block, runnin’ from the coppaz (the coppaz)
Never turn my back up on my partners (yeah)
We gonna run it up regardless
Niggas hating and I love it, I ain’t never make it get to me
She know I’m getting cake, she beautiful and I’m the beast
Call me on rainy days, I promise I ain’t never leave you
Intercept plays like we stealers (for real)
Be on janitor time, I’m tryna clean up
Young and got racks like Serena (I got racks), yuh dig that
Can't wait to fill up them arenas, yuh dig that
Fresh off the plane still havin’ jet lag (jet lag)
And I got killers waiting for me, fast car do the dash
How it feel to grind for my nigga to take that? (take that)
We ain’t fuckin’ none of you bitches without Latex (okay)
I was out grindin’ for my pay regardless (regardless)
It’s strictly gang business, is you really on it? (is you on it?)
Left and came back with fifty racks, ain’t take me long to double that
When you in streets you gotta watch who really on your side (your side)
I’m born ready, no surprise (ready)
See niggas feel like they deserve what you got
Snakes and ladders, had to fight my way up
Bloody went crazy from bodies, yeah, stay up (bloody)
My dawg a canine I hope he don’t bite me up (slatt)
But when this K rise, I swear it gon’ light shit up
Two Glocks up me, one on my hip, one in my pocket
Go ask woadie he was tellin’ me to stop it (I can’t)
Woah, woah, pressure on my name, don’t talk, I bet I hit the road (I step on gas)
I suit up, I’m blacking out, i’m moving like a ghost
If I can't spin, yeah, would you spin for me? I’m thinking, let me know, mafia business
I could get them lows, could you get a gun? Ain’t no joke
Whats your preference? Yeah, what you know?
Ain’t finna do business with no broke
They always fuckin’ up, tryna stay up in that hole
I was off drugs while I was sellin’ dope (off the codeine)
Thank god I don’t gotta do that shit no more
From the trenches, we global
This is some street millstones
From pennies to millions gon’ get it while you gone
You damn near left me all alone
Fantasizing what we gon’ do
Demons let em loose
Two young rich niggas in a coupe
The night was young 'cause bro ain’t get to make it through
Percocets, my mood swings been kicking through
Point me to the shooter, get him shot go pick up dude
Fucked up, I thought you built for this shit, why you
This ain’t no street fight, still smash a nigga, Ryu
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