Yeah
COD 2 n***a
Free Tune
If'it ain't right, it ain't right
[Hook]
And I've been chasing this money so long
That a n***a ain't had no sleep
Residue on the scale from the powder
AK by the dope for the beef
And I've been chasing this money so long
Been a week since a n***a been home
And I'm cutting fish scale with the fish
Soon as they won't call me then it's gone
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Real street n***a 35 for a brick
Sell it for the forty one made a flip for the 6
Moving all night breaking down sh**
I be coming through the check with my down a** b**h
Crib in LA n***a so is my gun
If the feds come for me then I'm going on a run
Told mama 'bout the stash for the [?]
Told my baby mamas take care of my sons
Credits better give me I ain't turnin their sh**
Taught em how to straight scale but it's really re-rock
f** around get pumped like a pair of Reeboks
n***as out here weighin why so I'm shuttin down shop
E'ery know I'm makin bop so I'm clutchin my Glock
Mama said I need to quit but I ain't gon' stop
It's in my blood and I got it from my pops
Yeah I got it from my pops
Break it down flip it
n***a wanna cook then he gotta come get it
Catch another work tryna see more digits
Marathonin' through the check, call em rubber band benny's
I don't f** with the codeine or the molly
I be on point cause them other n***as sloppy
Ten four f**, n***a roger that and copy
Got my head on the swivel
And my finger on the trigger of the motherf**in' shotty
[Hook]
And I've been chasing this money so long
That a n***a ain't had no sleep
Residue on the scale from the powder
AK by the dope for the beef
And I've been chasing this money so long
Been a week since a n***a been home
And I'm cutting fish scale with the fish
Soon as they won't call me then it's gone
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Real street n***a 35 for a pound
Got a place for them hoes that ain't even touch down
Sell em hold I ain't breakin nothin' down
n***a say he want five on the other side of town
Try to rob me and Imma lay ya a** down
Gotta thumb through the check funny money goin' round
Back to the hood cause I'm east side bound
Got a chopper and a trap and it hold a hundred rounds
Notha' n***a play me how the f** that sound
I be thuggin like illegal, breaker breaker where my people
Stand squad up in the regal for the workin' desert eagle
n***a say he want beef but I ain't no vegan
Wolves in my hood when they hungry Imma feed em
f** these n***as I don't trust em I don't need em
I don't love these hoes I pack em I don't eat em
b**h can't get sh** from me with my peter
In the kitchen with the fish where I'm clutchin' my heater
Fam by my seater but n***a then I beat'er
And she do what I tell her cause she know that I don't need'er
Got a crib in NY with a pus and the reefer
Got my bands off I ain't gotta pull em out
And I don't rob reals cause they make me stand out
Broke a** n***as always callin' for a handout
Come with that f**ery and it'll be a man down
[Hook]
And I've been chasing this money so long
That a n***a ain't had no sleep
Residue on the scale from the powder
AK by the dope for the beef
And I've been chasing this money so long
Been a week since a n***a been home
And I'm cutting fish scale with the fish
Soon as they won't call me then it's gone
[Outro]
So long...
Chasing...