I do it for the
Thug n***as and b**hes off in my neighborhood
Bout to hit that pop with that product, make sure ya paper good
Statistics ain't in my favor, but I'mma make it through it
Don't work no job, man a n***a can't even get insurance
How you supposed to take ya babies on a doctor visit?
These conditions validate my excuse for this type of living
Gotta watch these cops cause I'm pushing poison like Michael Bivins
Running in your spot where you have them chickens is my religion
The Stick Up Man, so cut me in or cut it out, b**h
Quick to walk my dog up to your doorstep if you doubt this
Bury me with Swishers and at least an ounce to bounce with
Corporate Thuggin Mafia, you bout that life, or you ain't bout sh**
Picture me rolling that brand new Ferrari California
And the s** was great, f** a second date, it was nice to know ya
A bougie b**h that can't take the smoke, she ain't like the odor
Fresh off the dopehouse with geekers tweaking off my aroma
f** your artists, pistol charges, man I got like two of those
Better know when it come to them choppers, got quite a few of those, n***a A few of those get me right for the nighttime
Getting gone til I see the sunlight shine
Yo pick to stay with a pack of b**hes, that's super cold
That OG kush and them platinum cookies, I'm stupid blowed
So whatcha need out the trunk, cause I got like two of those
And when it comes to them choppers, got quite a few of those
n***a I said I'm fresh off my flight, n***a, New York City
Had the tool in the club like I'm Shyne and Diddy
Said this sh** can get ugly like Craig Mack
And my n***as in ya crib asking where that bread at?
Club, that means a few bottles, a few shots mayne
Live and die in LV, 2pac mayne
Thought they had me boxed in, boxed in the corner
I guess they didn't know my momma had me on the corner?
All I know is crack rock, crack spots, n***a, crack pots
They say hit the dealership and buy the whole lot
See I'm irresponsible, I lost the whole top
And this sh** I'm smoking on, it cost a whole lot
Give my n***as 20 grand, shoot up your whole block
Catch ya slipping on the porch, knock off ya whole top
It's the world motherf**er, next the universe
Counting paper hurt my hand, I need a f**in nurse
It's Young Jizzle motherf**er, I get it how I live
You p**y n***as getting love, there go Gangsta Gibbs A few of those get me right for the nighttime
Getting gone til I see the sunlight shine
Yo pick to stay with a pack of b**hes, that's super cold
That OG kush and them platinum cookies, I'm stupid blowed
So whatcha need out the trunk, cause I got like two of those
And when it comes to them choppers, got quite a few of those
n***a