Hit-Boy - Organic lyrics

[Intro] Zoom, zoom This sound like something coming, yeah P&C, HS87, Organic Awe, yeah [Verse 1] I'm talking to her straight like "what you really wanna do?" P&C the mob, made a k**in' with the crew You heard about the squad we ain't come up out the blue The sh** we doing now, prolly make it on the news All these haters snooze, while I'm making moves They hate you then they love you, that's the game it's just the rules The dough made her do it, using money as a tool If you think she love you, n***a you might be a fool Power of that p**y got us sitting on a stool Wa**up with all these new n***as acting like we cool Where was y'all at when I was walking home from school I dropped bands on a n***a, I done paid my dues f** all that talking, we can do it out in public Go hard for what I got man and they ain't give me nothing Made a couple thousands, bout to flip it with my cousins Ain't no compensation, we do not need no discussion Unless we giving back, then that's a different subject Doing this for years, give a f** bout where your buzz at All these n***as worthless man, tell me where the plug at Randy Mossing touchdown, we gon' bring the dub back Think the rap game need a makeover Young n***as run the world, this the takeover She get drunk, she go wild, she should stay sober I'm about to feed her to the sharks, see if she stay loyal I fell in love with the streets, yeah I hug the block 20s, 50s, hundreds give me what you got I pick money over b**hes like why not It's levels to this sh** and boy I'm in a new spot I demand all my dough but when it come to rapping Look, I ain't force nothing I just let it happen She really, really, really love me, had to get me tatted Real hustle mindset, money in the mattress I ain't had to plan it, n***a everything organic Live & Grow is dropping, yeah you know the streets demand it Ain't nothing headed, n***a gotta go insane I gotta k** the game, I can see the open lane I got a mixed chick, we be on some pimp sh** Bossed up, she eating veggies, I eat shrimp sh** Pack your bags baby girl, yeah we bout to split I swear I'm in too deep, let's just take a trip [Verse 2] [?] bands , we did our thing No regrets, hopped on that plane Young Veggies, you know my name Don't act like you don't know the gang Certified, I ain't no lame I told her like "you better rep my name" P&C, I'ma rep my gang When it come to rap, I'm reckless mane (mane) I need my money bigger than Texas mane (mane) I'm bout to build the block like Tetris mane (mane) All them groupie hoes get rep for fame But I'm married to the game, no wedding ring [Outro] Yeah, we out here living n***a ain't doing nothing but just living and growing, you know what I'm saying Everything natural, organic PNCINTL, fresh and frozen Gold everything I ain't holding nothing back Charge that sh** to the game, yeah Chasing money, let the females come, my youngin f** being cool, tryna take it to another level Give & Grow foundation 2015 and beyond Live & Grow 9-25-15 Bow, swag, swag