Yea.. serious shit..
Aiyyo, this time its for my family, we ride or die
Its in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky
My fo blow for sure, for dough, for own land..
Its money, drugs, and hot slugs
Its money, drugs, and hot slugs
Its money, drugs, and hot slugs
Its money, drugs, and hot slugs
Niggas said I cant do it
Funny I done it
The album is here, now who the fuck want it?
I let niggas eat now Im here to collect
I admit they tried, but they aint rep correct
Now the dinner tables set and its my time to eat
Dont even wipe your mouth, get up, be out!
Dont let the cars fool you, or the jewelry blind you
My lifes the realest nigga, I should write me a novel
This for them broads thatll hold me down
And my niggas on the Internet that download my style
And my dog in line in at chow
Just bangin with his walkman playin me loud
And the nigga with that plate
Choppin them grams, him and his man
Listening to music that they understand
And that white boy goin to college
He dont know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal
Them white boys, theyll shoot shit up
They can listen to this shit, I dont give two fucks
But back to it, sippin on that Cognac fluid
In the Porsche, burnin the conduit
This is ride music, get high music
That M dot, hot supply music
Thats the answer, lifes like cancer
I thought I told yall niggas Im serious!
Its money, drugs, and hot slugs, you know Bleek
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