| We in the city of the angels |
| Where the guns might bust |
| And it’s alot of imitators but there’s none like us |
| Get the funds like us hit them hunds like us |
| Them pretty brown skin ladies with the buzz like what |
| Fat asses and blunts and when we in New York |
| It’s yo pass me the dutch |
| Pouring yack out the cup |
| Shout to my south niggers that’s still trapping it up |
| We talk that real shit plus we backing it up |
| Doing over time, fuck it let’s get paid |
| My niggas on the grind, putting work like slaves |
| Because we wanna shine, fresh cut with the blade |
| My nigga all the time, that’s why she over mine |
| It’s alright, don’t clap for me |
| It’s all good, don’t clap for me |
| It’s all love, It's all love |
| I used to speak in with rats |
| Disconnecting with crane with raps |
| Bringing the pain like a game on straps |
| To the top is what we aiming at |
| Fuck your NBA you know I got more game than that |
| But climb back and catch me puffing on the dime sack |
| I can make a six figure nigga try and say rewind that |
| Homie you define that show me where the crime at |
| We roll type like philly blunts do the dime sack |
| Besides that kinda get like plasma get |
| Now you flat like a doormat looking for some warm wraps |
| Talk back or we just hung up |
| Pressed your luck I’mma call you mopping wet you up |
| Set you up might disguise as the raising chucks |
| Fuck 'em with thugs who ain’t scared to bust |
| Fuck pride get my praises up |
| Thank God for flows and time we port in danger |
| He made the beat, we kick the raps |
| I bought the weed, she bought the wraps |
| This is the season we run the tracks |
| If this is a dream I’m not coming back |
| To reality this is inspiration |
| This is hard work Lord I was in the basement |
| Granted this is trully for the audience I do fuck with |
| Dedicated to the niggers that I grew up with |
| Blew blunts with, knew we weren’t waggling jobs |
| But if you seen us on the clock you would swear we were stars |
| Pac Div baby, we face incredible odds |
| Now we ask you motherfuckers like a federal charge |
| I ain’t gotta say much my shit talk for me |
| Finna get the new benz, that shit part for me |
| Large money when we ride to these beats it’s like soccer the clits |
| Do my thing since Packers and Petes |
| Burn nigga stay opposite me |
| No parley with me we move shit but the dolly with me |
| New sense, new sense pocket’s gotta be deep |
| Got a 40 year old milf and she college in free |
| You ain’t even seen the sky on me or the balance |
| Still keep the essence but the bitches ain’t a challenge |
| So they come to talk like I run around with Dalvin |
| That fly nigga shit only run around in Calvin |
| Enough is enough man this shit don’t cut a got big time |
| Playing with a small time budget |
| Big time moves no money to back it |
| Back to the point where I’m packing a ratchet |
| Live by the guns still dodging the casket |
| Break bad bitches got 'em spot in the plastic |
| Keep your face down spread eagle on the mattress |
| A full moon that’s exactly what that ass is |
| Puff puff pass this, strooky with my niggers |
| Stop the small time grind boy it’s time to think bigger |
| Time to think scrilla' fuck what they say |
| Tryin' to think fast get paid the same way |