Huh
Know what I'm saying
Right
Right
Huh
Niggas know what time it is
Huh, huh, huh
Ayo, I told my bitch we need to level up
We stayed together for the kids, but we really hate each other's guts
She said I wasn't gettin' bread enough
Then she wonder why I'm always worried about money instead of us
I think back when I was sellin' dust and crack
Comin' back, giving you stacks, you never fussed
The jealous stuff made the ghetto rough
They want me dead, I can't even get my kid from the yellow bus
Was in the spot then I was gettin' blocks
I done seen everything and I done did a lot
Hundred thousand dollar car, ridin' with a thot
And I got it all from puttin' product in the pot (Huh)
It broke my heart when they killed Moranne
I can't believe the DA mention my name when his girl was on the stand
Understand, that's my lil' man
They found the niggas who did it, I pray they all get killed in the can
This for them niggas bringin' back blocks, huh
For the ones on top and the have-nots
I still drive through the back blocks, huh
Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box
This for my niggas bringin' back blocks, huh
For the ones on top and the have-nots
I still drive through the back blocks, huh
Pistol out, riding with an open stash box
Yo, I know 'bout trap nights, nigga
And what half price get ya
So much dope, I could throw a baby in the trash like Brenda
[?] hold a MAC like he about to blow a bagpipe, nigga
All this VS glass look just like a flashlight flicker
You know the outcome could've been yours, give my regards
To niggas that finished with scars 'cause they did it and lost
We can't do business if the figures is off
It's different when you gettin' it soft
Now name a nigga with equivalent bars
Uh, in camo print, in my head I'm hearin' piano riffs
Rambo clip, in the hood with the door of the Lambo flipped
And any beat I tampered with, I trampled it
Niggas know, it ain't no stamp on it 'less the champ on it
Yeah, you know the shit was hard, I had to make a way
Get my mama a car just to make her day
We grind it out, while they complain
My stomach full from steak and eggs, razor blades and Ace of Spade
This for them niggas bringin' back blocks, huh
For the ones on top and the have-nots
I still drive through the back blocks, huh
Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box
This for my niggas bringin' back blocks, huh
For the ones on top and the have-nots
I still drive through the back blocks, huh
Pistol out, ridin' with an open stash box
