VERSE ONE:
I crush 28 Grams and make 40 bags out an ounce,
I got a good cliental, good account,
I make a fortune off the vanna white,
And I don't do it for the hype or the bragging rights
Nah, son I did it for my life, my life,
And even though I'm so wrong, so wrong
Son it felt so right, so right, alright
And sure enough the product got flipped
And then the money came back doubled up quick
I thought I said I would quit
When my problems get solved
And then my problems evolved
And now my problem's that I'm too involved
How I fiend for the sale,
Fiend for the weight on the scale,
And then I realized
I'm addicted to this pretty white girl with her crystal eyes,
No surprise, she the life of the party
VERSE TWO:
It wasn't so long ago I was so poor
Hit the jack pot and lost it all
I guess we rise and we fall
But pretty things is what I'm into
A nice crib, a new whip,
A side chick and she a dime too,
You see this life that I'm living?
Not for nothing though it's unforgiving
Time after time I be paranoid thinking
Is she with me for the love?
Or the money and the blow?
Are the cops going to come?
And how I'm going to go?
Guns blazing,
Because sometimes there's just no way to win
And on the other hand, there's just no way out
Real talk I admit, every hustler want to hustle legit
Like a fiend want a fix,
But all I know is that I came from the bottom of the pit,
So int turn all I know is survival and this
God has a plan for me