I'm tired of selling Yola, re-upping and copping
Turning my money over, trying to flip a profit
One day I'ma quit, and I'ma go legit
I'm tired of selling Yola, re-upping and copping
Turning my money over, trying to flip a profit
One day I'ma quit, and I'ma go legit
He got the block on lock, but he can't stop
Cause he was bit by the hustlin' bug
Ever since he sold his first rock, or should I say dove
His plug showed him hella love, and gave him a jug
He stayed loyal, never crooked like a Wendland lineman
So his plug kept frontin' him work on consignment
He didn't flamcoon, he kept it low-key
Stayed under the radar and stacked his money
But I wish I could say that about his plug attention ***
Spent $30,000 in a strip club
A sucker for bitches
Buying hoes cars for Christmas
Love tries to make me feel good

Love triangles
Now he got some killers on his ankles
They put some bread on his head
Somebody want him dead
He losing sleep trying to find out who is it
So he can reverse the hit
But he coming up with Nathan, no clues
Cause he funkin' with three or four different crews
Not only that, but the fuzz on his back
Cause one of his boys in there telling
Cause he got popped with a brick
A unit, a birdie, a kick
On suicide watch, he in there sick
Crying like a bitch, he in there sick
Crying like a bitch, he in there sick

Crying like a bitch, he in there sick
A lane, a lane
Speaking his self, why did I get in this gang?
Getting his guy
Everybody ain't build for this ***
Better get in than get out
Than do what?
Than got legit
I'm thought of sellin' yella
Reuppin' and coppin'
Turning my money over
Tryna flip a profit
One day, I'm a quit
One day, I'm a quit
And imma go legit
I'm thought of sellin' yella
Reuppin' and coppin'
Turning my money over
Tryna flip a profit
One day, i'ma quit
One day, i'ma quit
And i'ma go legit
Back to the first Verse
First paragraph, the beginning, the loyal nigga that I was talking about earlier out
there winning, stacked enough to branch out on his own, to cut out the liaison, liaison?
Yeah, the middleman, not a loyal nigga worth about three or four hundred thousand grand,
bought a cannabis club and a pawn shop, a green burrito and a Carl's Jr., whatever
happened to the dude with the sack, the plug, he's no longer, they murked him outside the
club, the thug, the function, I ain't surprised at the events is where most of the people
lose their lives, the scammers be scamming, plotting and planning, standing outside of
the party, infiltrating and phone pimping, yeah, drops and dimes and telling the perpetrator
what kind of car that the victim's driving, wow, this kind of hair, what kind of vehicle
was he in, a Chevy, when did the ambulance come, ASAP, by the time he got there, his
brains was sitting in his lap, dang, that ain't cool, he must have had a leak in his
pool, I know, huh, that's what I was thinking, I was thinking, I wonder where his nigga
was at when he was leaving, catting, talking to some bros, bull***, trying to get them
draws, that's why you're supposed to get in the game, get out and quit, invest your money,
get a business, and go legit, I'm tired of selling Yola, re-upping and copping, turning
my money over, trying to flip a profit, one day I'ma quit, and I'ma go legit, I'm tired
of selling Yola, re-upping and copping, turning my money over, trying to flip a profit, one
day I'ma quit.
And I'ma go legit.
And I'ma go legit.