we want sweets blunts joints and bongs and the smell of a skunk but what the funk is going on with these new mark ass niggas funkin up the game no techniques they peep our style but they still lame we rollin macking on these hoes when we jam ju know how we do it when we record tops and bass keys board lead drums that explode and make your earlobes bleed and got freaks coming through and they got funk too lies between they thighs take a sniff eww let me see what it do ain t no sense in funkin around i pull it out i put it in and i put it down we want the funk the whole funk and nothing but well you might but i prefer the cunt i ll funk her i ll funk you i ll funk the whole crew and we ll all be funked up before it s through because we want the funk gotta have some funk yeah we want the funk gotta have that funk yeah funky like a toenail we keep it funky so well 8 ball and devin got your girl at the hotel stretched out smoking up and drinking everybody on the spirit s in me homie let s hook up and do a song that funky shit that niggas lacking we be coming with it boys wanna do it just because some playas did it they love the way i spit it bitches love the way i hit it get up and leave em hit the streets because i gotta get it and rap about it every minute every other second pimp a flow and get the dough from selling plenty records that funky shit that make them bitches shake that monkey shit them chunky bitches with they pussy smelling like fishes roll your hips and let me put my dick right where your lip is dip out the club and we can do it over where my whip is uh huh that s the bidness ain t no faking in us nothing but the funk shining like a diamond glitter

i m afraid of the party please leave me alone don t fucking invite me i probably won t go when we were in the meadow i believed you can i trust you now for sure the devil s in the detail should ve left em all out the devil s in my head now it feels so full of doubt when we were in the meadow i believed you can i trust you now for sure can i trust you now for sure the cold hard truth is you love me too much the cold hard truth is you couldn t love me enough when we were in the meadow i believed you can i trust you now for sure can i trust you now for sure can i trust you now for sure can i trust you now for sure

i just looked in the mirror was that me i m older now than i used to be the sky above me lord it s turnin red there s a hard rain fallin round my head oh lord fallin round my head oh lord fallin round my head oh lord fallin round my head oh lord fallin round my head the road i m standin on it twists and turns the soles of my feet lord they re bout to burn the reaper beckons and he points the way oh lord i m gettin closer every day oh lord closer every day oh lord closer every day oh lord closer every day oh lord closer every day

you know fb to the sv ya already know what it is nigga fuck ya if i can t get paid with ya on the mission to get these riches and shine on these niggas and these bitches im bout to get it yes im bout to get it no time to play im strictly bout my business i grind hard i know no limits i been bout it yall boys timid scared money dont make no figures bank roll jus keep gettin bigga only puff that og homie i roll em fat they can t get no bigga keep it g im 100 since day one no stuntin my nigga you already know how im comin if its bout money lets run it my nigga i need mine jus like ya need yours no fallin off i can t afford to take no loses i need whats mine homie come up off it in the meantime ima shine regardless polo sportin lookin flawless bitches on me niggas hatin i swear they phony on the come up im gettin it homie no time to chill im tryina come up quick stack this paper make extra chips i stay on point never do i slip i gotta get whats mine i gotta get whats mine i gotta get whats mine grind til im rich im doin good that make haters sick im never fallin off im never fallin off trademark i stay on my shit im only in it to win it nigga i ain t got nothin to lose i came up from the bottom you wouldn t last walkin in my shoes i done took wins and loses its save to say i done paid my dues im on the grind im gettin me dont worry bout mine its best you do you sky high when i step out i just burned down a fresh ounce im a real nigga ain t that the truth i keep it g in and out the booth stay on my job and go get this loot im doin me its best you do you no slowin down on the road to riches i came to far to not come back with it spit it how i live it homeboy this ain t a gimmick im in the beamer doin 100 stuntin just burnin loud fifties thats on the real my nigga i be chill my nigga just plotting on these dollar bills my nigga i ain t ever slippin ima go getta since a young boy i been bout my figures these niggas simping im presidential heard i was hurtin where you gettin your info ima real nigga comin out the n o real nigga comin out the n o ya already know what it is folk countin cash and weed smoke trade stick to that g code stackin up these c notes 1

welcome to the winners circle tryna get this loot anyway uh you know i m a factor i can catch stunts on a john deere tractor you dorks are just a source for laughter spitta speed past ya old school cruising like ray cash i m bumping my music caught up in anita baker s rapture my mixtapes bump in alaska not only out rap ya i outclass ya sitting in my living room high listening to jamiroquai i m just an ordinary guy but i dress extraordinarily fly these niggas puss look in their eyes they re scared and we all know why cause the presence of truth will expose a lie run forest but you can t hide fs jets stay fly cause we gotta be got our hands in everything from fashion to property fly society gettin paper like monopoly my whole clique coppin shit like we hit the lottery roll so many trees they swear to god we growing broccoli chain kinda heavy so it swing a little awkwardly frozen water watch ice like hockey teams boutique jeans a pair of aqua green ice creams skywalker like a modern day socrates flow go harder than the spartans at thermopylae game so it s like the ocean s on top of me planes taking off fly with us follow me big vacation at forty thousand feet if you can t make it just look towards the sky for me street wiz and roddy will be gliding on the side of me with spitta in the pilot seat we out of here obviously the 650 s straight but it don t have enough space for me a hundred grand ain t cake to me risk my own life they ain t kick pushed skate for me tired of she gon pray for me and a model bitch cool but no way for me love money and pussy the pen was no place for me for many years a shoe box played a safe for me kept a high price lower the case for me i always dreams that god open them gates for me they ain t boss up and ride on the interstate for me and now it s no days off and no breaks for me smooth as i wanna be baby ain t no trace on me and that s a smooth buck sixty like eight twenties how i get addicted to polos and bape hoodies bitch niggas can t relate to me and that s money in the bank to me yeah land of the fly why ask why how them fs jets tend to stay so fresh to death with it the cash on deck when i master the success i add on digits see me on a lyrical incline i burn a hole through the notebook how i m writing to get mine that s two hustles wrapped up in one i doubled it up to triple the fund yeah riddle the grind the heat of the sun the hottest degrees yeah i m on a seasonal run coast to coast the high life floats my boat i fly with the golden rope jet glide through the sky with a massive glow shine brighter than the stars all across the globe it sj fs

a pro in the kitchen they call me a chemist had a few grand but it felt like a million the tables still turning that shit got me dizzy i know how it goes stack it flip it then spend it stacking that doe stretch it out like pilates deep in that pussy she calling me papi so close to the edge hope nobody don t try me stunt on them niggas like kd and russell was raised by killers and i m making a killing been losing so much it feel good to be winning been sinning so much i hope god forgive me been going so hard from start to finish been killing the game the lord is my witness been stacking that money up even my pennies fuck a bitch nigga and fuck them critics word to my hood i m the king of my city x2 i started with nothing and turned it to something hate all you want but you can t knock my hustle them bitches they coming a dime a dozen ball on them niggas like russell i traded my scale for a hard drive i was taught to never ball block if we all grind then we all shine chasing that doe til my heart stop i m on a full time grind no part time and i don t want half i want all mine i turned my block into a cash cow trapped all night then i cashed out been losing my mind they told me i m illin been chasing that money i had to go get it they calling my phone i tell them i m busy no love for them bitches who slept on a nigga counting that money like nigga we made it repping good sense but a nigga still crazy fuck a bitch nigga and fuck them critics word to my hood i m the king of my city i m on a full time grind no part time and i don t want half i want all mine i turned my block into a cash cow trapped all night then i cashed out

welcome to another jet world order cooking soul connection and its life to the next my nigga tell the nigga exactly how we get down round my way on my journey to the top they try to knock me off i keep a bad bitch who dying to top a nigga off she told me that my voice keep a pussy moist so i kill it while i m in it i show no remorse bumping on my trap house im yelling jackpot i brought a mac not a gat im talking laptop im running out the studio as usual another child born another nigga funeral dead homies on my arm i got em tatted lil mama got that wet wet that double back shit i keep a smile on my face through all this madness making money and weed my only habit i keep it moving but i m never moving backwards head mama addicts smelling like grand daddy kept dirty money in my letterman jacket now its automatic i spit like an automatic like bloaw hustlin all we know around here you either want a benz or a beamer being broke aint no joke around here niggas tryna get the benz or the beamer the hoes only want to cats with the dough around here they wanna ride and a benz or a beamer them cop lights in my rear view mirror cause im black and young in a benz or a beamer counting cash kushed up you know how i do it making money off the music there ain t nothing to it niggas hatin on my shine yeah thats all the time mad cause im in the game and they sideline everybody get their chance and its my time on the grind like i got two nine to fives get my paper up early im alive and high flamingo my lingo was one of a kind im real deal baby them lames facades 24 7 i stay on my job no slackin on my pimping so sky s is the limit only one life to live so i gotta get it split that shit with my clique and those who stay committed my real niggas words to my committee i came with nothing so i aint leavin with my pocket empty is a jet world order coming to your city hustlin all we know around here you either want a benz or a beamer being broke aint no joke around here niggas tryna get the benz or the beamer the hoes only want to cats with the dough around here they wanna ride and a benz or a beamer them cop lights in my rear view mirror cause im black and young in a benz or a beamer

its easy to get in trouble mama told me stay humble and i try to stay out the mix but its easy to get in trouble i m comin up hella quick my mama told me stay humble i m buzzin off of this reefer no molly get on my level another kid from the ghetto who used to pump at the telly trapped in the belly of the beast god help me obese i m only tryna eat ya ll feel me so will i make it out before them haters try to kill me or them cops try to nail me talkin reckless on the celly throw away the key and lock a nigga wit a celly in a cell this is hell man that shit will never fail been workin off my tail shake the dirt under my nails street pharmacist with no diploma from yale i mma street general it shouldn t be hard for you to tell that i m almost there i can feel it in the air if you ain t got no fresh kicks them hoes ll call you square but that was back then when they didn t want me now them hoes all on me and if i get some beats from ye and make my tape i wouldn t have been able to cop my rolly with that big face or been baby to buy my beemer with that template but im so underground way underground im hood bound that little block in kenner city where you cats could find me i shipped it off and got paid since lefted johnny i shot spalding ballin was my hobby they shot two but only to catch behind me thats wicked they lost they minds and can t find it ignant for a little paper they wild n sicknin they hoping i ll flop like vloddy gettin it shit everybody eatin in my squadron take your favorite rapper make lames about him i get the baddest bitches and get brains about em yeah im piffin till im gone i know thats wrong but back them they didn t want me know them hoes all they lost in this world i hope the lord got em tho they said i possed to be dead a long time ago i cannonballed in that money geronimo i stand tall in that pussy wit no problem tho and me no leprechaun just searchin for my pot of gold i serve cliental like holla back adios from duckin public cameras to cameos i serve grams for grands they don t hear me tho but as i spread my wings and straighten my halo i m tryna make my ends meet im bout my payroll but for them pesos they leave yo shirt tomato so get low and its still fuck them a holes them niggas can t hold me shout out to o j mayo them niggas can t guard me shout out to james harden and all this slick dissin only make me go harder but fuck em but back then they didn t want me now them hoes all lifee

jet life x3 and if it dont make bread it aint right one time for the set that i rep your best bet if you come come correct i show no love to the weak no respect they tell me lifes a gamble i holla bet but outta no where this nigga became a threat and i aint even break a sweat but she soaking wet and just like my logo for the money i jet theres no days off on my road to success long as that money on my mind theirs no rest when we aint have a deal we had to pay our self roddy just a name i gave my self cause either she get right or get left but before even i got unpacked she undressed word real recognize real i guess so till im dead and gone its jets at your neck im in a city with murder money and sex dwade flow fuck it better yet durant skinny as i am i tote my city on my back i stay highed up that helps me relax i get behind it if she throw that ass back shorty ridin till the wheels go flat i stay strapped and my track gone clap in the fast lane peddle to the mat till the floor shit way better then before this a jack move i kick down the door im on my grind i hope you own yours im never close like my neighborhood stores never once reveled my jet code we stack dough till that shit over flow i fall back when these hoes pay me close why smile when that shit aint no joke cause all we know is hustle until you croke jet life jets go jets go show nuff you right we gone blow its hard to breath around all this gun smoke man this weed gets me to high to be getting it for the low

tired of niggas tired tired tired tired tired of niggas man damn man you know what the worst thing about niggas niggas always want some credit for some shit they supposed to do for some shit they just supposed to do a nigga will brag about some shit a normal man just doesn t a nigga will say some shit like i take care of my kids you re supposed to you dumb motherfucker uh i trade it all for a piece of mind my baby mama tripping said i m wastin my time said i need to quit this rap shit and find myself a job where da love where da love they gone shoot a nigga down you climb up out that bucket they gone pull that nigga down she claimin she my nigga man that used to be my realm but like this one track i made charge it to the game had to get it out the mud they say hard work pay and i can t even lie i been working like a slave i turn water into wine i turn crumbs into bread and i know any day could be a nigga last day got some shit in my vault that i ma take to my grave but on another note dont get me twisted like no dread from a city where dem niggas ain t playin they just sprayin tryna come up bit it feel like you walk in that quicksand this lil man sure got some big plans this da come up this da come up this da come up the come up this da come up this da come up the come up this da come up this da come up the come up this da come up uh bitch i m a king pin with this ink pen i m so hood khaled i shoulda made that remix its bling bling with these 10 jesus pieces was raised in that church house my grandpa was a deacon you swimmin in that water dont get eaten you beefin with them niggas dont get caught sleepin i spit crack boy my flow should be illegal nigga whip it whip it this coke ll take a beatin cool nigga but i roll with my heater fly nigga spread my wings like an eagle used to ride dirty with john john in his regal uncle bull said dont ever bite that hand that feed you even a preacher gotta practice where they preachin that 949 boy them niggas getting leavin one life to life so i roll with my nina hopin that ll save me in the hood ain t shit gravy but uh i m a kingpin win this ink pen cali i shoulda made that remix bling bling with these 10 jesus pieces

let this bitch breathe fo a minute let that bitch breathe fo a minute but what that is so its back to the block to make moves i gotta get that loot stack that money like a jew its on to the next my old girl old news and my paint job china white i make yo bitch drool i bet he dont got a clue she send pics to me nude turn that kitty into a pool im a fool shit that slow dough will give yo ass the blues that og keep my eyes suu woo but im all about my green by all means thats the truth since a teen i been that dude give me room daydreaming about a coup on 22s but in reality im sitting on this stoop ive seen cops beat a nigga black and blue i swear they dont know me from my can of soup im highed up higher than your penthouse roof this that good sense 2 follow by the kenner loot nigga and i got a lil big money but im still tryin get it still on my paper mission still handle my business i love my sisters i dont love no bitches make a bitch cry a lake better yet cry a river that s cold as december im fucking up my lungs my dawg fucking up his liver from this weed and all this liquor and we still dont give a you know try to smoke away my problems but that ain t work and for a quick dollar they head first i finally got some leather on my headrest flow so sick it need bed rest hustling like i aint got no cash left in this bfa until my last breath and aint shit changed but my address old school with it money in my mattress label me a nigga man a braveheart true hustler grinding with no days off tryin to get it while im still living blowing piff in a whip with no ceiling try not to make the news try and shake the penitentiary and i still say a prayer for my enemy she stuck around when i was down thats a down bitch she got good sense she ain t on no clown shit and i got a lil bit money but im still tryin get it still on my paper mission still handle my business i love my sisters i dont love no bitches make a bitch cry a lake better yet cry a river that s cold as december im fucking up my lungs my dawg fucking up his liver from this weed and all this liquor and we still dont give a you know

uh they still like how he got a crib and he ain t never there still making money in the hood like i ain t never left i know some cats who kill for freedom have to double down though i seen it all mama told me not to tattle tale on the real son that shit ll get you killed son but me and them we was only trying to chill i remember being twelve papa let me drink his beer but i ain t no square i ain t never puffed no squares i ain t no lame don t you get the wrong idea i m no bitch nigga i ain t nothing like them they same this game ain t fair i say it is what it is she went through her mail and seen bill after bill uh she said it s hard for a single mama she say she got two jobs shit i see you mama uh i m like what it take for a kid to win to transition from a boy to a man it s the come up uh time needs money no matter what those stupid morons who eat that shit up may try and tell you anything lost can be found again except for time wasted don t you listen to a word i say nigga if i seen t you well you don t so you d be served to retain some of the knowledge i m imparting to you rather than giving me all your hard ass street attitude bull shit uh and i stay in my lane i play my part never play both sides that can get you knocked off from a hood where lil niggas will pull your card boy i done had my ups and downs but that made me out a boss and she said i weren t ever gonna get signed put her on my hater catalog i paid her no mind remember thatd be turning music down they say keys open doors i m yelling break or break down i spit fire fool this ain t no false alarm on the block so hot they ask me how i stay calm fly niggas wore some nike airs to my prom and that s word to my mom kept a dime on my arm a clean nigga with a dirty firearm trying to weather this storm and get some money in my palms but i m trying to keep them snakes off my lawn and it feel way better when you make it on your own it s the come up now what kind of player am i am i an offensive man or a defensive man thats right i m neither i play my opponent he likes to attack i force him to defend himself a cautious man i draw him into dangerous waters see you get so busy frustrated playing defensive positions you make stupid moves you d never make if you were thinking when you come here boy check that shit at the door

better rap my way to a mil it s all in the wrist i used to hustle that snow i was tryin get rich sell purp for my nigga my dog got hooked on that shit and i don t know where you from but where i m from it fully be hard as a bitch i met a dope chick and went half on a kid it s just me and my nigga tryin go half on a brick i came up with a plan a master plan that ll get us out this bitch and i don t know where you from but where i m from them niggas selling all that shit my eyes bloodshot red but a nigga still smoking that shit my homie girl start cheatin on him and real talk i know just what he feel they say what go around come around uh i guess it is what it is shit and i don t know where you from but where i m from them hoes be wiling in a bitch and if you need it they got it they on the block til the feds come knockin ballin be my hobby i gotta win boy losing not an option i hustle hard to my grave i m getting paid like every damn day got money to be made i m making bread like a hunnid different ways better get it right and keep it right what i shine bright like a street light uh yeah we beefin then it s on sight i fuck her good all day all damn night i hustle hard all damn night i grind hard all day all damn night grind hard all day all damn night grind hard all day all damn night and i don t know where you from but where i m from niggas selling all that shit born and raised in new orleans where most motherfuckers have small dreams but not me i m a true og in the streets i was ballin like spalding all i know is get dough i could turn nothing into something man rapping trapping lil nigga used to call me hustle man i break a beat down like a brick then serve it out to my beams yeah i m a mayor and a franchise player of the jets homeboy that s the winning team magnolia is my home willow street was my court soon as i jumped off the porch the work start moving like a porsche nationwide with my hustle gang i be getting money all over boy never had to worry bout the local boys cos they was too busy worryin bout the local boys i was just duckin the feds really living life on the edge weren t tryna be in the cage so i had to find another way to get paid i had a few bitches movin the yay some more bitches movin the green and i was outta sight outta mind i wasn t even on the scene og beep beep for that money boy gets no sleep i don t even hustle like i used to nigga look where this rap shit took me

verse 1 young roddy and ain t shit sweet shit real in the ghetto boy them kids totin steel in the ghetto they even got kids havin kids in the ghetto my model bitch ask me how i live in the ghetto she told me that its all fucked up she just calls it how she see it me i say its tough love she don t even smoke i taught her how to roll up now she finally understands why i m smoking so much and i only went to college for a month ditchin class i was in the parkin lot smoking blunts money called the phone i answered like what up cause real talk i ain t never got paid to give a fuck and when them shots bust them niggas better duck cause they ain t got no game and they don t care who they wet up hey ask my step pop he tell you what up i was back and forth in and out the house making runs shit i was trying to make some money on my own got my first piece of pussy nigga thinking that he grown and i always knew i d make it to the league i had hoop dreams but that shit wasn t always what it seems man the shit so ill in the ghetto they even got kids takin pills in the ghetto feelin like the devil on my heels in the ghetto wondering how the hell i m gonna get rich in this ghetto because this nine to five just ain t cuttin it i m just another black brother hustlin just another brother who them haters don t fuck with probably cause i spit that good sense no dumb shit i tried to warn them ignorance is bliss nigga know kung fu they in the hood choppin bricks she caught lock jaw i caught lock wrist from stirrin up that shit trying to get hood rich i m trying to make some real bread but they don t know about it i got his bitch up in my bed but he don t know about it i have to straighten out my act i m getting sloppy i used to dream about getting it now i got me and i admit i might be hooked on chronic your girl straight wilin she want to fuck in the lobby it s fuck the other side i m just trying to do roddy and i bought a black gat but i ain t trying to murk nobody lord i swear i smell fire in the ghetto they even got kids sellin pounds in the ghetto a full time job tryin to stay alive in the ghetto trying to get your money up but it go down in the ghetto uh outro x2 let that bitch breathe for a minute i can get it if you hit it if you tyring to make a purchase i don t talk on cell phones boy that shit make me nervous got a trunk full of yola in the car with no insurance got a bitch who work for me she baggin up service trying to work that dirty money but momma don t have detergent let that bitch breathe for a minute uh life go ahead and light that shit

alright we gon rob this town blind anybody want out you say so now good good ok i set up a stake and i got somebody to move the goods for us all we need now is a driver any suggestions how bout rudy yeah rudy who s rudy and i know it i know it i know what i m doin and i remember takin them roadtrips them roadtrips tryin get paid i remember ditchin school doin what tryin get laid they lurkin all on my i g that s so bitch made hah and i know it i know it fool i know what i m doin let s get it i m always smokin that sticky i ain t ever hide from no nigga i ain t ever trick to no bitches my hood don t raise no snitches got a houston bitch who smoke swishers got a l a bitch who stay trippin like she don t fuck with her nigga knowin damn well she love another nigga lets get it they give me the keys to my city my bitch she gave me the keys to her crib i made a whole lot of money damn right by sellin a whole lot of deals remember i rocked the same fit fuckin right now i got me a whole lot of gear i used to peddle that white could of fucked around and got me a whole lot of years let s get it now she wanna fuck with me at first she thought she was too much for me can t get the time of that day this bitch probably plottin up on my money but damn this ho she so mad pretty but most of all this ho she mad petty i treat this ho like she mary yep i pass that ho to my fellas let s get it i know it i know it fool i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it ugh i know it i know it i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it ugh i know it i know it i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it i know it i know it shit i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it don t hate stay focused i show it i flow it they like oh that s dza he s smokin on potent oh you know it you know it i got a fifty five box and i blow it i blow it and i owe it i owe it no celebration but i m sippin on moet that s how you gotta do it niggas ain t borrow my style oh they stole it they stole it i never wondered what s the motive cause i know i m that nigga and they know it they know it and they know it they know it hustler stone poet jet life all star so you know how i m rollin and you know i stay glowin local worldwide state to state boss up on a nigga make him hate tow joints in blow an eighth to face five star love nigga rape the rates top floor i m on the p h flew my bitch in my from g a smokin k k for my brother out in p a saturday night car tunes i m on the freeway enjoyin that bounce kushed god tracks nigga how that sound especially in an era filled with clowns i walk through and i see the frowns kony motherfucker i ll wear that crown illest nigga around mackin with my rounds left my flow in lost and found p o p hold it down i know it i know it fool i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it ugh i know it i know it i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it ugh i know it i know it i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it i know it i know it shit i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it my car used to stop on us but now i got the drop homie suckers stay watchin out for me listen up if i talk you know it s bout money honey sweet candy paint metal flakes on that seventy eight on the interstate late for a dinner date so tell that bitch i m comin i m on my way i m here for mine front line for them dimes everyday all the time on my plane jane presidential rolly face ain t no flexin i m just steppin out sorry if you feelin disrespected by some shit i got my newest shit might make you slit your wrists stop i know it i know it fool i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it ugh i know it i know it i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it ugh i know it i know it i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it i know it i know it shit i know it i know it they say i m that nigga and i know it i know it2

good sense good sense how dem young boys killing i think thats ludacris since a juvenile i ve been moving shit was raised bumping lil wayne and boosie them i m tryna stay sane i m this close to losing it all i had was old girl and my basketball granny lit them candles when the lights was off came a long way from riding on them handlebars now i dive in my money nigga cannon ball but money and family thats all i care about i turn my mama crib into a marriott niggas trapped all day just to get bailed out too hood to be hollywood i m no sell out i used to keep a burner in the mailbox my homie got shot and now he shell shocked i pray that all my niggas ball hard i pray that we never fall off this lil nigga turn big dog took me no days off to get them bricks off yeah get money thats my theme song we fuss back and forth like its ping pong i shine bright without no bling on i kiss my son before i leave home and the moral of the story is without no guts aint no glory kid so last night yo i m in the bricks lil nigga walk up to me like smizz can i tell you my story its politics as usual coming up as a unusual child shit my childhood i chose not to smile confused with real life for a while didnt know if i was pose to live life or pose to style see some days i miss meals on chill nights my stomach growls said i went to school just to eat dinner chicken swab but coming from can i learn to be a winner if you get caught slipping become the next niggas child blah thats the sound of the forty cal another one bites the dust some hood niggas doing for fun i didnt even try to run i stuck on my chest my eyes wide somebody told me gangsters dont die they multiply shit they lied i got my religion from watching guys like godfather with mob ties niggas that flip pies niggas that pimp rides niggas thats known for keeping bad bitches by they side but i never had that all i had was a pack to pay society back soon as i bought my first gack grew up in the eighty so my mom was on crack a single parent lady whos addiction was so but to make the situation more shady my partner told me that was pregnant with my baby that was my main lady so now i m dealing with stress and a baby mamy shit all i wanted was to go to college and get a scholarship but fuck it i said i m on that robbing shit brought me two black now i m a wildcat like wonder wiz i used to dream about being like them obamy kids but its fucked up i couldnt even tell you who my real father is good sense good sense mobbing with my brothers from another go and get it son say the word and i m with it lawns full of herb liquor on the curb rest in peace aj pose to be here spitting look i m pose to be winning look shit post to be different but i swear its looking good this year bye baby dont cry for me watch me ride these beats ride out bitch you aint never ride for me talk is cheap and this dick aint free fuck off fell off and i m back on cause had to sit down for three nights back home used to play the corner for real from the field to the block push your nose you got pushed in that box jock put up you know its up nigga hooked to that money that shit a drug nigga fuck these other niggas i dont fuck with em just me and my niggas now you stuck with us since way back when they couldnt fuck with us hating nothing changed they cant fuck with us come to your hood to fuck a bitch you know they love them niggas from the lanta old heads really with the shit a few dead bodies on the hammer jeff had the swag we all stole from it stack a lil paper make more money never no money cant go back to that grind till the line go flat write rhymes the flows stupid i got dumb and lose my mind honey i m home count this cash good bye to my past

i m the hottest thing in the street ya ll ain t got nothing for me crib already off the hook and i ain t talking about buyin a book when i say i m about to add another story nigga in the club twisted and bent bitches on my nuts like a socket wrench to say that i spit would make no sense do mixtapes for free i made no cents my pockets ain t hurting i can flaunt my skills a little bit y all thinking my money spent but its in a vent spitta in a boot homie that is an event spitta cop a coup you niggas trying to rent bring these fugazi ass niggas to the light prove they counterfeit i am on my puff daddy thing make bad girls sing like danity kane its the fast life word to the re up game took a couple seats out the plane made more room to dance fs jets got the world wide wingspan listenin to nature talk about sega dream cast nba 2k until the plane land and i still got the iceberg sweats you see them money so old it should be in a museum x2 and we still ridin cant take nothing from us the planes got it fast cars fast women fast dollars wouldnt give it up for nothing i promise and ima rinse it off if the money bloody im sticking to the strip dollar signs over bunnies raw the fly thief rock a louis v skully aint a better smell than new money no shit can i breathe im just trying to do yougin scream fuck the cop refer to my nigga tubby momma got back like a camera to buffy old school gangster word to that nigga bump me and im all about the benjamins word to that nigga puffy niggas gonna hate but the bitches gonna love me and now they want half of my cheddar i find it funny but im no fool i know i get this chance once so fuck a finger roll im going to hit a slam dunk yeah yao ming look how tall i stand up im from trey first street baby us niggas man up overnight look how shorty came up x2 f l y gang we sitting from a range high up up in the game spitta lead the way while we running through the flames the heat will never last so we coming for the change non stop hustle but the muscle to the grain survival of the illest jet gunning through the lane skyline living hella smoking out my brain but her focus my pimpin up on the poles up in the ring yeah nigga and i aint even tripping on the weather whatever the degrees its like im pitching for the cheddar its magic when you can see it sitting up my sleeve and when the time is right im going to shift it in the breeze money cash dough it keep me lifted high for the ride thats why the jets zipping past go catch me on another level in my swag mode dougy fresh dress bitches on my tadpole g x2

i represent them jet planes young roddy trademark and wiz do the same thang fly over the city where the hammers bang miracle to make it to this age in the physical and not have fallen victim to violent crime living in these wildest times your assailant could be a partner of mine octogon signs can t stop a nigga when his mind on them digits did you figure i could take the day off how when tomorrow i d be better than i am right now change clothes change hoes change in my ashtray pay the toll with a hundred i got the next 99 motherfuckas who coming if i say that i done it or doin it presently it s either that or i m frontin and that latter act is for suckers grape weed in the jar call it smuckers put it in the grinder while your up shut the blinds for me momma if you bout it is you bout it well say you bout it bout it i roll one you match one if you bout it bout it trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom would of told you but i got high and i forgot about it jets nigga bout it bout it roll and match one if you bout it bout it smoke one for c murder you are not forgotten you lookin for spitta you find me where it s cloudy cloudy yeah nigga i m rollin thru orange coup candy suit chrome shoes attention given to spitta your bitch is ignoring you you a simp homie she ain t like the way you think she like poor me some of that she can t pronounce what i drink aspiring models showing groupie love to them niggas with 20 bottles in the corners of them clubs and on the real i been so old g before my time when i was 17 my main girl was 25 ain t seen nothin like it in your life hot spitta space jam 11 flow sole on ice nigga is you bout it well say you bout it bout it i roll one you match one if you bout it bout it trees in the blender got some kief at the bottom would of told you but i got high i forgot about it jets nigga bout it bout it roll and match one if you bout it bout it smoke one for c murder you are not forgotten you lookin for spitta you find me where it s cloudy cloudy

and i could show you how to mack a bitch show you how to bag a brick boy i came from rags to riches nigga i m a mathematician hell ain t too far from here it s hard as hell to make it here if i make it out of here then i can make it anywhere momma worked 2 jobs my brother doing 7 years boy them crackers done him wrong man that made me shed a tear momma she didn t have no car my granny drove a cavalier they always told me play my role the strongest women that i know fast money brown bag money started out broke then i started smoking weed next i started slanging dope ring a nigga phone until it s gone until there ain t no more tales of a black male tell me something i don t know legal dealing guess that s all on me like my outro word to boston george i m selling endo outdoors boy this biggie smalls if he was ever signed to death row dreamed i talked to pac and homie told me that i m next door staring out this project window plotting on a million staring out this project window plotting on a million staring out this project window plotting on a million staring out this project window plotting on a million phips man what s happening photo bagging and cadillac ing i planned plotted i strategized and i started stacking man my fall back game so strong i own a patent you would swear i wrote a book on this here and autographed it sincerely behold a saint in sin city savvy and i know where to bank with 10 milli flow like hannibal this big business and you know where i m at if you need me so get with me long gone are the days of i ain t got it cuz man i grow pounds in my head it s all profit we on and popping this is audible narcotics and as long as i pack it and ship it they gonna cop it my clientel range from digital to hard copies word is born throw it all in the bag like armed robbery lay it down like shag carpet in a deluxe apartment in the sky i try to keep my eye on the prize as i

what up brother man black man brown man sister women brother brother from another this shit you probably didn t know about i think now you know and them lil niggas stay car jacking use bitch niggas for target practice every time we fucked man she came first and that s automatic cops all in my rear view but its still ain t no looking backwards 3 bricks with 2 niggas and 1 plan let s make it happen nigga fuck with our paper fuck with our profit nigga we clappin i m ducked off i be mia when i touch down in miami and i m laying it down i stand tall i big dog this status like clockwork i moved mad work when i was posted up off that alley bitch stack paper stay low key this young boy turned og all hail route the ruler bitch i shine bright for my whole team pop bottles get faded nina rose is my baby i don t fuck with hoes that play basic to the roof top from the basement and they told me i ain t doing it right if them pussy niggas ain t hating man they told me i ain t doing it right if them pussy niggas ain t hating but like ye say we major like uncle snoop i get faded like michael jack i m the baddest like ali i m the greatest like money mitch i get paper like we made it i made guap with my pager i chop blocks with my razor i think i need me a vacation this hot block still blazing them crooked cops still riding my og still banging i lost my mind i can t find it this another classic i promise we started out with nada it was me buck and lil johnnie they my brothers from another i call they momma my momma i was 14 smoking chronic i was 14 i smiled a lot but wasn t clowning i prayed a lot dear father had a weed shop in my condo i was living like no tomorrow i learned a lot from my losses everybody ain t bosses everybody ain t faithful everybody ain t loyal my nigga told me go harder i kept cash for my lawyer my nigga mall had a daughter i treat her just like my daughter but what that is good sense 3