[Hook]
My oldhead said he got c**aine, weed, and bundles
We just live to die so in between he said hustle
n***as making plays broad day f** a huddle
[Verse 1]
And the crazy thing to me, the custys ain't even struggling
We call em' functioning fiends, they be maintaining jobs
Keep a check every week but that's just to get high
So that's a check for you but that's just to survive
Yall both gon' do it all again tomorrow just to get by
And it's survival of the fittest, we adapt to the sturggle
No love for these hoes cuz they'll cheat and then cuddle
n***as in they feelings never feeling no paper
And that's just some wise words from my old school playa
[Hook]
My oldhead said he got c**aine, weed, and bundles
We just live to die so in between he said hustle
n***as making plays broad day f** a huddle
[Verse 2]
And it's crazy though cuz n***as still snitch on their brothers
How you dropping names when you call his mom ya mother?
That's another lesson learned now we don't trust motherf**ers
So if I'm doing dirt, you know I'm all by my lonely
Cuz when sh** hit the fan, them n***as really ain't homies
They talking sh** behind ya back but in ya face, they say brody
Naw n***a don't know me, you know about me don't joe me
Don't try and friend me or foe me
Cuz either way that mean you probably watching me closely
Just mind your business, stay focused
[Hook]
My oldhead said he got c**aine, weed, and bundles
We just live to die so in between he said hustle
n***as making plays broad day f** a huddle
n***as making plays broad day f** a huddle
My oldhead said he got c**aine, weed, and bundles
We just live to die so in between he said hustle
n***as making plays broad day f** a huddle
n***as making plays broad day f** a huddle