We got it, mhm, we got it, mhm, we got it Kells, yeah
I know you motherfucker better have the cash for us Rack it up, cause I know you the one I see the mask and gloves Put the green in the middle like you packing a blunt And get it in a brown bag like you packing a lunch Kilo, with the repo, make the streets talk, Making every kid in the game, when I had a cheefo Black hico, go cinqo, for amigos, I said get a motherfucking dep, warrup
Black flag, with 3 letters that I’d die for And 3 more for the rivals, rip, Animals to get a bye bye, whole 6 feet deep with the fossils Now I ain’t never kill another but I’ll be But if it comes down to this shit I gotta eat And they say scared money don’t make no money And it’s true, what the fuck you think it’s gonn be, lay down Mami should have never doubt, daddy should have took the liquor Off the fucking couch, maybe then I wouldn’t be in the position Staying up assume the position, while I’m searching for a fucking answer Where that? They told me that the black stay in the last place where I will be looking So you better quit the rap race and tell you the rap pays I beg for half ways only waving and shaking crap hold on These faggots eating, while my people starve Well I’m tired of hustling, think it’s time to rob Same old shit, we ain’t getting paid Well I’m in this industry, like fuck em, what we say?
Don’t make this 40 go blow, go blow Put that money in my pocket, right now, right now Fuck em all, y’all foul, y’all foul, Make these pussy motherfuckers lay it down, lay it down, ah Don’t make this 40 go blow, go blow Put that money in my pocket, right now, right now Fuck em all, y’all foul, y’all foul, Make these pussy motherfuckers lay it down, lay it down, ah.