Brando say he gone
Real chop, * beat up the street for a week, we shine hot
Hustle all I know is in my blood, I still * a car
Chop too slow, you niggas ain't swinging
Hustled on the block with my name be ringing
Get rich without trying, still be slinging
Try to play me top of buildings, I'm nameless
I got a drink on sauce and you ready to do it
Ready to walk, sit down
Proud to call the trick, talk of the town
Told them what's deep, what is real
Ripped up, watch it, all we got a trick, I'ma sleep
On the block, long nights, can't sleep
I got a hustle for tight, they have *
And I get paid to talk on the beat
Still ballin', fresh about the trick
Good powder, still on me
You can talk, get all around
We gon' spin your * for weeks
This ain't no cap and I'm from Belmont
All we got top is on me
I'm in the hood, fresh in the bitch
Ain't raps to slap away on me
Spot too hot, 300 degree, we swinging
Had to switch the location
Bad lil' bitch diggin' for it, tooted up
Had to hit her from my angle
In the spot with number bricks and bells
They put my nigga on top
But you poorly, then the bitch keep gettin' on
How you catch a bell?
Real chop, * beat up the street for a week
We shine hot
Hustle all I know is in my blood
I still * a car
I trap too slow, you niggas ain't slayin'
Placid on the block with my name be rangin'
Get rich and I try, I still be slangin'
Try to play me top of village, they nameless
Every box is serious linen
Every time I get it old, make it vinny
Real chop, *, he want to end
But I sold him some ice
He jacked in the streets and he earned no stripes
Yeah, I'm rockin' down
Posted on the bottom of my oak
He's 70 years old, he still trynna snatch my life
He's 70 years old, he still trynna snatch my life