Producer: Caston Grigsby
Yeah
Godd**nit cas
My uncle Ronnie was home all day
He be trappin' at night
I told him I want in he said
No 'cause you might risk your life
He slang behind the 7-eleven
That's where them boys shoot dice
I hate that alley 'cause in third grade
Them nigga s stole my bike
He said I'ma start you out with weed
So stay away from the white
And if your mama find out
I'ma whoop your young a*s twice
He told me
Watch for who you serve with and
Keep them boys out your business
Because them same nigga s you servin'
With ends up as a witness
Okay now that's what's up
I get the rules sign me up
First I get the money then I get the power
Then I get the girls now I'm up
If I go to jail my girl post bail
And I'll be right back in no time just like that
Catch a case I let my lawyer fight back
And I'll be OT tryna find a flight back
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work yeah
Sittin' on the hood of this new drop I just bought
Got shit clicking in my hood
Product move 'round the clock
Now these nigga s lookin' at me like they want my life
These the same motherf**kers that stole my bike
Now I'm up a hundred grand and I feel like the man
I'm like ten times richer than my first ten bands
And my mama wanna know where I'm gettin' this cake
I told her mama don't worry
'Cause your bills ain't late bills ain't late
Now I'm up rich as f**k
Pockets full mattress stuffed
Benz Bimmer and a Bentley truck
Two phones one just for the plug
Two girls just to count it up
Got a stashhouse for the cash count
Turned my whole block to a grow op
I might grow legal in this grass house
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work
Drug sales crack fumes
Liquid heroin in bottles of perfume
I should probably go to church soon
Or God gon' make me leave earth soon
I should be washed in water
I served a lady with an infant daughter
I don't know why I do what I do
Yes I do I do it for dollars
Drug sales crack fumes
Liquid heroin in bottles of perfume
I should probably go to church soon
Or God gon' make me leave earth soon
I should be washed in water
I served a lady with an infant daughter
I don't know why I do what I do
Yes I do I do it for dollars
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work
I'm tryna serve
nigga where the work
nigga where the work
nigga where the work
nigga where the work
nigga where the work