Ronnie Milsap - We the Lifers lyrics

[Intro:] When it come to G code we the lifers Dirty Red Shakedown [Verse 1:] Word on the street I got hoes on the street Dope on the block four four in the Jeep Riding through the hood with a package looking good Souls on the move k** a dog no leash Chevy with the [?] fully loaded in it Might do the limit k** a n***a smoking in it Down b**h got the world tucked in her bra Living my dreams middle finger to the law Shakedown life k** or be k**ed Never gonna stop, give a f** how y'all feel Chick better s** if she get in my car Champagne life baby girl say ahh! Winning, play ya cards right when I deal em Ma secretary got a secretary, Fam then money, the rest secondary Whole team shooting this the military, shakedown nominated day February Never been a n***a for the pull a talk I just get money get work get it off Call Queen La then we set it off Gucci bag full of money we don't get it off Louis bag full of money we gonna get it off BX n***as, Queens n***as, dope boy Love the magazine n***as [Chorus:] Psycho they don't like us when it come to G-code we the lifers Yea! when it come to G-code we the lifers When it come to G-code we the lifers [Verse 2:] Word on the street i might zoke you What a n***a call beef is like To-fu I hate a n***a thinking that he so cool Knock the on him high he gonna lose Get it? Lose win,[yeah] lil homie with me got the tools in Pull strings in ma crown bull shooting I'm out here tying up my loose ends Initiation like a n***a getting goosed in O.G Bobby Johnson,affiliation with ma n***as more than music Dirty red got the product Johnson and Johnson A n***a stay fly in his crimeland, growing up in Brooklyn as a pack fan Mobbed stabbed, breaking bread with the 5 bands [? line] Yeah! yeah poundcake, square pan baked you ain't round cake Mind imprisoned by the sh** that sound safe All ma n***as hit the block hard till the ground break Blocka blocka blocka how the chopper sound Back home ma n***as don't come around Tryna get over get you underground When you get more what you like you better double down right now Too real I can't f** with these hoe n***as Hell I can't f** wit these hoes neither I'm in the game and it's bout to be low season I'm running this sh** for the [?] string Got a street, got a worker try her out Test service give a workout Cook a thousand grams at your old house Got these p**y n***a selling like a whole house Hit them with the 1, 2, 3, when they 4 out Put them with bend elbow that's a bowed out No competition in this game it's a blow out Shout out to the crew on first street give a blow out, free O.G KT real n***a from da team If you a snake n***a get the f** from round me You can't roll with me Word to the streets i'm a real n***a, real with the type who a real k**er Got a lot a gangsta finna deal with ya, might be a n***a that k** with ya I let a piece a f**ing n***a hit him with the hawk, you soft a** n***a man u hit him with a fork Word to the streets lamborghini race off 2014 ran a moment took a loss f**, O.G Bobby Johnson that n***a wasn't nothin O.G Ray Ray he get [?] O.G Ray Ray [Chorus:] When it come to G-code we the lifers [Verse 3:] Word on the streets we ain't shake that choppa come out let's shake that Ridin with red in tha bentley, f** is these n***as go say now And a n***a busting on both coast, cat money crazy i go loco Middle finger out to the po po Never take stand that's a no no, screaming O.G Bobby Johnson Think a n***a out a Compton But you already know i'm Queens hoe and a n***a ball like kimo They listen when I talk i'm the keynote forming till they swag in ma ehoes R.I.P ma n***a Fido real pimping like Nino Look, I'm a shakedown n***a from the hood Swag HD-ing 2 house in every hood Cause I'm G'd up these hoes think I'm good plus I tell them what it is like a real n***a should Mind stay celibate I don't give a f** Cause erbody got they hatin ain't nobody show no love Started from the bottom couldn't even hit the club Now it's like I grabbed the rope cause every time I'm pulling up Hold up, shakedown n***as we the lifers I probly f** yo b**h but I don't like her I kid you not n***a, bet all of these b**hes go big as they swallow my minors Real talk n***a we the realest b**hes got the stars on they hands like the stillets Shakedown sh** ain't nobody looking real a n***a Say I must be seasoned cause I'm controlling gorillas Word on the streets i'm a real n***a Hanging with the k**as and the drug dealers Bottle after bottle I be sipping on that Rose Shakedown looking like he won the Super Bowl I be out the city when it's cold sour peas by the bock [?] I be having women kissing women wit they [edited] god looking like a Uncle Luke show Got the Bentley on the strip with the top back Money on ma mind with a quack back, I remember back when I was broke Now I'm draggin out racks everywhere I shop at And I'm shocked at how do you pay em Though they would be happy for a n***a but they not I've been using hate as motivation cause the soda is for the taking So am coming for whoever think they hot