HOOK n***as don't want beef,but wanna eat in dese streets n***as k** for that money,jst to live in dese streets I tell ma n***as,hold up,we gon' really cash out Steady smoking blunts up,'till a n***a pa**out (We'gon make that money fast, so we 'gon take that fast route") Lil Ace (1st verse) I said we started off slow,then we made it to the top I layed a couple n***as down,den they piled up like blocks n***as say 'dey really real,but they really hang wit opps I made shots,i sent shots,now im 'laxxin stack guap Dese n***as fold,under pressure,can't hang wit dese streets On the rush,for 'dis money,but they stay getting beat Tensions rising,streets hot,n***as really feel that heat Shots fired,cops tired,mamas crying on 'dey knees n***a k**t,half-asleep,caught lackin,just a dream Fiends screamin',thots fienin',sipp purple,keep leanin Keep dreamin,if you really think you made some f**in paper Shooters dial number 2,call em' up, for a favor Neva f**ed wit no squares,street smart,and we major Thot b**h a sweet lick,so we took her,and we taste her I said this life is a b**h,and her cousins name is danger Ma n***a zae k** sh**,i come through,clean it later,real sh** (HOOK)