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Verse 1
Em 
Now,
Saint
Dungarees for a couple weeks,
They got a lust for me,
Yeah, not enough for me, I stay low,
stay out of custody,
The game gone, they got it luckily,
Now, niggas want more than they need shit,
Could be a kingpin,
drug lord if he thinks rich,
C 
Spoke about colors,
yellow tape and the pink slips,
Spoke about the gutter,
metal gates and machine grips,
Em 
Now, he  who talks flies gets hijacked,
It's bugged out,
Squatters come hittin' your fly
trap with guns out
C 
A lot of stung niggas besides
that ain't punched out
I'm just tryin' to get through a
Em 
pie scrap and munch out
Now, same hustle, different branches
Bet whenever somebody dies,
the devil dances
Hard knock life, the ghetto campus
When niggas pass daily,
it never fails
Should've threw his hand in
Now, guess when niggin' is the key
No foldin',
or you'll be sittin' in debris
C 
Em 
Goons pull your car for a small deck fee
C 
Em 
And if we do slip up, 52 picked up
Now, criminology paid still
Whether if it's a stick -up or
a guy to be shaved gills
C 
We playin' a monopoly game still
We made the game bleed and the rest
in all honesty made wills
Em 
Now, that justice is being served
Everybody wanna eat,
start brushin' and be observed
None of my hustlers lead a curb
Now, some of my customers lead a burbs
Pal, now, continue to spin barrels
And he don't get the quiet of him carols
C 
Now, it's over the town throne,
it's fouling it
Em 
So I take it around home now
Now, I can pick up where
E finishes
Bitch, I'm just about my business
The fifth click witnesses
A lawyer to avoid stiff sentences
My niggas went cocaine chemists
The difference is
Now, get the money back from the smokers
I don't need to pull this off
And stuff them back in the toasters
C 
My front line is nothing for soldiers
Under the shoulder, out of the holster
One shot, it'll gosha
Em 
Now, niggas playin' for bigger portions
The oceanfront mansions,
Lamborghinis and
Porsches
C 
Cooler, no, I had to be cautious
Needed my breast beat with the tighter lefts
Em 
In the golf courses
Now, niggas talkin' about paper
And choppin' oxycontins off in the
Montego
The guard who asked for a lost favor
We mobbed through walkin' an all -gator
Hit you with all flavor
Now, take a sip of this
Hennessy, start blowin'
You niggas can't get it in with me
C 
If it's beef, my
G, what it's finna be? I flip, fill a clip up,
Em 
and he'll get lit up
Now, the sour diesel and
hay still pippin'
It's shit different,
it don't give you the same feel
C 
Streets don't kill me, my age will
But
I'ma end my story in all glory
F 
Em 
like nigga we made meals
Now, niggas gettin'
what they deserve
Straight scrapes,
they awake between the first and the third
Feathers and banks into a bird, wow
Y 'all got next,
we want our turn, now, now
See you ain't playing
for the hard times
I'll still remove a couple hundred
grams and all dimes
C 
Yeah, get paid off all crimes
Block on smash, got class
F 
Em 
So this cash is all mine, now