Damn John boy.
Hey, no fabrication, no effects.
I can't story tell.
Them same niggas hating on me,
they still broke as hell.
Ain't gotta ask how I'm coming,
niggas know me well.
We came out the mud,
me and my niggas,
we need no help.
Can't wear it with my eyes closed.
I don't need no scale in that field.
Fast money pros like I got a deal.
Know that money come first, this * all real.
All in,
talking bout some money,
bitch I'm all in.
Speed racing,
fly into that bag,
I switch all gears.
They new to this,
we been doing this * all year.
Drop that bag off in niggas town,
I put that dog there.
Still slinging bolts for 34,
bitch I'm Paul Pierce.
Nigga I'm the truth,
this * real,
ain't no fabrication.
Can't believe these rapping ass niggas.
Rap these niggas faking,
I got white fiends,
got black fiends.
Ain't no segregation,
I got white dreams,
them fed nightmares.
I know they waiting, nigga.
Can put a half down,
like how much it's taking,
nigga.
I show up in your town,
like how much you paying,
nigga.
Throw it on a scale,
like how much it's weighing,
nigga.
You know they killing by me,
so watch what you saying,
nigga.
I just touch down, then I'm back gone.
Only thing is,
so my mind is getting that bag gone.
Give me round two and a half,
it won't last long.
I'ma go re-up and I'ma stash all of the bag pros.
You still cuffing on them bitches,
they my last hoes.
Your main hoe used to help me cook them bag hoes.
*** the pressure,
I'ma whip up by the half zone.
Give me 24 for eight of them, like a half zone.
I got them numbers down,
pack,
can't do my math wrong.
Running off,
nigga that's go turn into a sad song.
Drop him off,
turn around gang,
you * with a boss.
All we do is win around here,
I can't take a loss.
Come get your bitch,
cause I might take her if she catch the sauce.
Niggas say that we ain't doing what,
they must be sniffing sauce.
Got a whole load of that cut,
I bet I get it off.
Got a half thing,
good touch,
chilling in the loft,
nigga.