Playback Beatz - A Sweet Lick lyrics

[Hook] Break in the, break in the, break in the door Give me the money we'll take it and go Kids with no conscious or mind Only feel money and power this time Only respect can allow us to shine Only these Tecs can devour your mind Reach for that weapon you out of your mind Cause one pull of that trigger you out of your mind (boop! boop! boop! boop!) (Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!) Money and Power that sh** do a lot Look like a boss when you whip through block Feeding the hood and evading the cops The life of a hood-lover you with it or not? Is you with it or nah Is you with it or nah Feeding the hood and evading the cops The life of a hood-lover you with it or not? [verse] Aye Turn on the stove, working the block You can make profit by working with rocks I done seen junkies come out every corner When Uncle went cooking and heat up the pot (Heat up the pot) Heat up the Pot, Just to buy food he would be up a lot Sliding and riding and fleeing from cops And come back to the crib like "you see what I got?" I was raised in the jungle I came out a beast Felt like a monster just came out of me Bra** knuckles before walking to school Keep it moving and don't talk to me fool Walking clueless it's a robbery too And my partners shooters hit a artery fool Chop you up and find your body in two's Thug n***as don't abide by the rules I'm gutta, gutta I grew up in the Lake Other s**ers, couldn't see in my taste Motherf**ers thought I couldn't be great So f** your mother with a dick in her face b**hes trippin' drop them off on a curb Cause that money calling and that's all that I heard Posted with n***as who been through them digits And still in there winnin' by callin' them birds (boop! boop! boop! boop!) (Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!) [Hook] [verse] Back in the hood, 9 on the block Slide with the plug and put time on that clock Hustlin', hustlin', that's all I know If I end up in jail then the grind might just stop So i'm duckin' and dodgin' and hidin' from cops That's everyday when you grindin' like us Summer too hot to be locked in that cell So n***a f** bail I want time in that drop I put work in that booth and put work in that street Work with producers then I work with thieves Break in cribs and get the loot then I'm out Aim at n***as only shoot if they bounce Same n***as I was kickin' in doors with End up being what I usually doubt Same n***as say they "rather be down" Same n***as always dappin' me down I'm ridin' solo it's just me and my squad n***as hatin' I ain't worried bout y'all Paper, Family, that's the most of my thoughts And f** your j**elry I got gold in my heart f**in' round and get it stole in the dark By young n***as who seem older then y'all Let's run get him see him racin' and all That gun get him bet he prayin' to God Oh lord! oh lord...