Talkin’ ’bout this money (ayy, Peewee killed the keys, huh?)
I be talkin’ ’bout this money (J Thrash on the track)
I be talkin’ ’bout that money
I be talkin’ ’bout that money (ayy, yo, Bleu)
I pop two Addys and a half
If you cheat, go take a bath
My love don’t make me laugh, I wanna cry to you
I put everything in my craft
I did everything to my last
I lost everything, make me laugh
I wanna die with you
Since Ramadan made me fast
I lost weight, I dropped a size
Just look me in my eyes, I don’t wanna fight with you
And I ain’t never lie, see, the trenches never last
And I’m goin’ off my past, keep your pipe with you
I lost real niggas to the violence
Hearin’ sirens, and sirens, and sirens, and sirens
You lost a loved one to violence
To violence, to violence, and violence, and violence
My brother shot dead to violence
I truly think the feds around us
Y’all tell me, “Slide, ” then turn around
Then have the nerve to clown us
You ain’t worried ’bout lawyers
You’d rather talk ’bout Tory and Meg Thee Stallion
Like fuck them blogs, not fuck your dawg, you niggas turned to cowards
Public defender at his murder trial, he think he coppin’ life, uh
He coppin’ life while you coppin’ ice, uh
He coppin’ pleas, while he beggin’ “Please, ” uh
You niggas ain’t right, but y’all claim fifty twice
Not a hundred, for that shit y’all did, gon’ be one bloody summer
Why say somethin’? Why you tryin’ to get involved
When you don’t even play with bumpers?
Too much money, I ain’t throwin’ shade, but we don’t even play with numbers
You ain’t do that shit in his face, that mean you ain’t take it from him
Got that last check from my label, took care of my whole block
We lost bro, that shit got slow, still love for O-Block
If you ain’t on what we on, I don’t want no parts
Since Pluto like to drink, just bring me four shots
I pop two Addys and a half
If you cheat, go take a bath
My love don’t make me laugh, I wanna cry to you
I put everything in my craft
I did everything to my last
I lost everything, make me laugh
I wanna die with you
Since Ramadan made me fast
I lost weight, I dropped a size
Just look me in my eyes, I don’t wanna fight with you
And I ain’t never lie, see, the trenches never last
And I’m goin’ off my past, keep your pipe with you
I lost real niggas to the violence
Hearin’ sirens, and sirens, and sirens, and sirens
You lost a loved one to violence
To violence, to violence, and violence, and violence
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