Stove Tops ElCamino (Ft. 38 Spesh)

[Intro: El Camino]
Uh, Yo
Uh, Yo
Uh, Yo
Uh, Yo

[Verse 1: El Camino]
Yo, my nigga told me that one of my other niggas told
I was rich soon as I lit the stove
Bently truck rippin' through the snow
D Block where the bricks get sold
Gun long as a fishing pole
We had a bigger block, but we still played the same streets
I taught my young boul how to clean off and aim heats
We made peace
But a few niggas got killed
I swear I'll put the .40 to your head
Make your brains melt
I'm on another level, we ain't cut from the same shelf
I wanted a Straight-eight, till I seen how that Range felt
I bet the Mac 11 make 'em dance like ballerinas
We came from small venues, now niggas sellin' out arenas
I bet I bring my '9 to the game like I'm Arenas
I got your baby mama in my bathroom suckin' penis
Before she pulled up, made her get my shit from the cleaners
Only the hustlers get rich, this shit ain't for the dreamers
I'm a genius