Live from the field where s**as get k**ed
Only few are familiar, real recognize real homie
Tryna get paid, we got the same ideas
Write another dope buy a boat have the marina reaping the reefer
And the deck full of hoes, real n***a tho, make the whole neighborhood go, like you don't know
Who the 65 impala, four k**a game slice they throat, put the knife to they vein, nice like
This a low ride, in the rain smoke away the pain that's been resting on my brain
Industry games, hit you quicker than a runaway train
Youll wake up with no change, never to be heard from again mane
Talking whole career gone, from well- known to unknown
Cars gotta go back, whole life off track
Homies they escaped, house got foreclosed
Never that though, got hella stacks slaging rap dope
Frequent flyer miles
N.O. to the LBC
PEACE side on the rise
Well off JETS approaching the runway
Wheels up