your neighborhood drug dealer
better known as the weed man
silver split cost you three grand
life dealt me a weak hand
so i had to get this paper
see more saturdays than the weekend
made a living off touching them circles
they say i burned too many bridges
i don't see anybody tryna book and see shan
i go jumping off the deep end
shallow minded adults can't paddle through what i'm speaking
my partners grew up doing 187-robberies
i was taking bread to poppy
delta send the feds to watch me
only me real niggas understand
was hustling when wanksta
first came out but i wasn't fucking with no strangers
only brought my 38 cause he had 30 in the chamber
went from teachers calling
your mama coming to spank you
my people say i think i'm too grown
sold an ounce at the bus stop
saying that i ain't street cause i moved on
cadillac with the roof gone
trap looking like a group home
i learned how to wrap the pack and grey poupon
cause the scent was way too strong
back when bread got caught and got too long
we thought it was cool to be a
don't make me break you off somethin'
let me set this shit straight
let me lay down the rules
you can't hustle if you ain't got the tools
no gun play around playgrounds or schools
y'all gon kill each other
just make sure it stay off the news
so they had to break out the broom
street sweepers turn your hood to a stage off of doom
i understand sometimes they got to do what they got to do
but just make sure you on the greyhound
don't take a lick before you take out your food
before you pull up out back you need to stake out your move
junior seau out your crew
if you tryna avoid the feds
my homie ughh got the wop
my partner awwe got the whoop
meaning stay out folk's business if they ain't talking to you