Master P - Toast lyrics

A lil' skinny n***a, call me underdog Hanging with my partners, parking out expensive cars It's funny how the rock could change a n***a life Went from sleeping on the floors to mattress, f**ing overnight Took grandma to the church, had to pay my ties 100 G's to the preacher, should've seen his eyes My aunty cry every time when she see me strapped But these lil' n***as will k** you, life is just one trap Keep my pistol co*k homie, I don't f** with cowards Took my b**h out the hood, here's a million dollars Put my trust in God and I love haters 'Cause every time they talk sh**, n***a, I get paper Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends Peter told Jesus he love Him then he did Him in Bias calls this sh** last year, man, this sh** funny Real n***as that turn b**h behind a lil' money I thank God for my partners, my n***a Joey 'Cause when I was hurting he ain't talked sh**, he said pitch and throw it Yeah, let's make a toast to this real sh** You know all the bullsh** we had to deal with Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich Road enough swisher to this real sh** Still praying for the patience not to k** sh** Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks It's no limit to this real sh** It's the untouchable, grew up on a hostible So it's nothing for me to kick in the door and f** with you Tie you and your b**h up then hop in the truck with you You die on your way to the track, the knife stuck in you This next ball for Rihanna, I'm f**ing you Gangsta hit it doggie style with Chris Brown bumping through Love b**hes, smoke weed, cut pie, sold dope Drove Rraris, parked Masis, crooked on Appalachian slopes Hey yo Peter, you ain't seen a n***a like this be But these auto memoirs are the go rope, Hollywood ever then the white boys I sold coke Crazy motherf**er, my conscience for a logo Ice tea and them bricks, I've been f**ing with coco 11 years old, I had a triple beam before I had a GI Joe Birds spotting boatload, that b**h life and a show cold It's hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Old Show Yeah, ain't no limit to this real sh** Master and them P's says 12, it's time to k** sh** Yeah, let's make a toast to this real sh** You know all the bullsh** we had to deal with Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich Road enough swisher to this real sh** Still praying for the patience not to k** sh** Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks It's no limit to this real sh**