Lyrics: Michael Norman
Music: Michael Norman
We At The Table
Verse 1 (The Jacka)
It’s the mob, you know what I’m saying?
Look, all my hoes know they hoes, riding on eight’s, threw away my four’s, niggas on the block don’t change they clothes, till the weekend geese’s, girls jack our swag cause we beastin, look what I’m a leave with, tatted on sleeve with nigga! The mafia! Come on, baby. we hella popular, smoking in a drop Porsche, speakers in the front, of course, party at my house for sure, pushing through the double doors, pushing through the 5 five star top floor, when I’m on tour, flying in that first class. Nigga, im a dirtbag, all the girls love me though. I know you heard me on the radio, I know you seen me in the video too, all I did was stay true.
Ladies of the lifestyle even though we thug. Ladies of the lifestyle, even though we thug.
Chorus
The life put us on, we at the table, not the menu
Streets been talking how we chopping like a ginsu
E’body ain’t privy to the ways of the street
Always talk in code mayne wherever we meet
These broads look sweet, like a whole lot of
candy, lady’s of the lifestyle something like Brandy,
Ain’t nothing u can hand me, I’m getting what I want,
Ain’t tryna talk shop, we only here to talk guap.
Verse 2
It’s nuthin to a boss when you get it out the bottom, surviving bad luck, and everybody stay watching, waiting for a slip up, hoping that you fail, I ain’t trippin on a chick I been solid w/the mail. I’m by my lonely can you tell, been 100 for the mob, while u talking out ya neck, and I don’t know what you been on. the past been gone, forever stay rolling, the cash keep pouring, please believe Im holding. These broads been boring, grab sumn foreign, I push it off the lot, champagne and it’s gorgeous, highway I’m flooring a bad one coming through, u hataz looking sick, won’t u grab some Thera-flu, I been in it, looking new. Calamari at the grotto, I been checking time,
But the watch ain’t movado,she Persian w/the guap, hijab, and a bracelet, 24kt, and she far from a basic
Chorus
The life put us on, we at the table, not the menu
Streets been talking how we chopping like a ginsu
E’body ain’t privy to the ways of the street
Always talk in code mayne wherever we meet
These broads look sweet, like a whole lot of
candy, lady’s of the lifestyle something like Brandy,
Ain’t nothing u can hand me, I’m getting what I want,
Ain’t tryna talk shop, we only here to talk guap.
Verse 3
Coming from the coast mayne the cash all we know and we running up them bags tryna walk on marble floors.
And I done watched roaches make they self at home, racing up my wall while I’m blowing a zone, plotting my escape, about to run and bake a cake, I got it out the mud, and I ain’t never been fake. It’s a lot I wanna make, for the cash I’m a monster, pull sumn off the lot, now my soulmates popping up, they all wanna cut, I been fly w/out the sky, this broad say she love me, but I told her she high. When it’s money on the line
they’ll trying replacing ya queen, they vision get distorted, for the money they fiend, doing all types of things, puttin prices on ya head, set you up for a burkin then go talk to the feds. Anything to get ahead, so I push something foreign, with someone so foreign, and it never get boring.
Chorus
The life put us on, we at the table, not the menu
Streets been talking how we chopping like a ginsu
E’body ain’t privy to the ways of the street
Always talk in code mayne wherever we meet
These broads look sweet, like a whole lot of
candy, lady’s of the lifestyle something like Brandy,
Ain’t nothing u can hand me, I’m getting what I want,
Ain’t tryna talk shop, we only here to talk guap.