this is quiet money fo life
this is quiet money fo life
this another one street stressing
please i'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
where i been thats the key question?
niggas yelling keep repping
i must to left some kind of deep impression
i speak in lesson if u seeking reference
see me if u need connections we insessing
built aggression only brief accession
i mean my niggas filled wit flexions
fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless
i keep it gully like the visa question we perfect this
thats probabtion got us extra hating
no explaintion for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations
this rap shit got us celebriting
jails are waiting smell probabtion
serve time got us telemaking
legendary now niggas can't tell me nating
at fourthteen my hot ass was chasing bitches
at fifthteen my brother told me get them digits
told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
don't floss to hard don't burn no riches
don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy
and don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already
no ass betting if u show it you betta blast it
math class on the corner yea i past it
die right now take twenty from you bastards
fuck it throw a fifth of henny in my casket
i just went to high school with the clip full
first nigga act get a clip full
mama raised me but the streets made me
rum got me hazy chasing this cream
fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team
and i'm gone make the block work
sos reing me up got the hood on clockwork
bedstuy nigga you know its on
gotta flow so strong you could put it in a bomb
when i die i'm gone go in fashion
memories get lost when you die
the legacy is eye for an eye but overall i will survive nigga
catch you why u copping at that weed spot
speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot
i'm in the trinches thats where ya'll niggas scared to come at
where my shorties flip them ones at
you speak of war but you don't want that
i blew the timbs out and blow the gs wit the rims out
i air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out
i bring the boys and the mens out
you paralized from the waste up
when i finish tossing cakes up
look at all the ones that i fix up
fuck around you getting stuck up
back this motherfucking truck up
it's up to me to close this track out
i blow your chest and your back out
air this whole fucking block out
fuck a high school drop out
two to sixty on a cop out
i'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout
you run your mouth we smack the tast out
pay the judge to throw the case out
check the game and the cats that play in it
quiet money youngest luetenit
yea world it's been a minute
to my heart stop or blood touch the concrete
these streets got me gripping my heat
breaking day sling crack to fiends
w.d. forty to sixty having backwards dreams
from the cradle to the casket green
got the game tied up we the nasties team
we flash we steam if its on then we mash your beam
yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
your back is spling ya brain
face and chest get sprayed
the desert the miss the spot when it bust your way
we touch we lay in the streets its a must we play
we chop bust pots down and clust the way
from light to day its only right that we cock and spray
we speeding on could spot a snake from a block away
i told you a what the game need is a change of speed
visulize the realism i'm a dangerous speed