Uh, nah'm sayin'? Uh, benefits of hard work, nigga Yo, uh Ayo, it's shit like this make me think of '06 When me and Vick got the connect for eight bricks It was slick, ran in that bitch and hit him with the fifth Vick stood there stiff, ain't have to do shit Got away with eight bricks that we was 'posed to split But fuck Vick, that was my lick So I gave his ass two and kept six The nigga can't complain about this, 'cause I ain't have to give his ass shit When the drought hit we was both sick We both had chips but we both couldn't get no bricks I had six, now I only got enough to get four Vick spent his chips on trickin' with the whores So you know it, I had to get back in the trenches 'Cause I got expensive livin' expenses I packed the .45 and the clip is extended Vick had the 50 Cal, the shit was tremendous Uh, 'cause that's my fuckin' co-d I got him, the nigga got me We got introduced to papi, by my YG [?] I only had enough to buy three Told Vick to be cool, stop staring at his jewels You a fool if you let this nigga know that he food Right, we been good, we gon' catch him when we could It's the average story of niggas in the hood Let's go