Lyrics: George Stone III/BryTavious Chamber
Music: George Stone III/BryTavious Chamber
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I done been a foot soldier, general, and a businessman (hey Kith, **** this niggas up)
Show you how to make a hundred G's bein' a middle man
Unicorn, a street nigga who rap 'bout what he really did
N****s talk but never slid, can't catch him we get his friend
N****s wake up smoke and **** they b***h and play the internet
Telling y'all a different story
We know what it really is
Shame these niggas lame
Live wit' they b***h and don't take care they kids
Hatin' don't even phase me, I was trappin' getting shipments in (n***a I was trappin')
I just got the low from yo' lil' ho, I'm finna send 'em in
My lil' niggas Navy SEALs, I ain't need no label deal
I ain't make no money off my music, I got paper still
Why I can't quit takin' pills?
Ease your mind when makin' kills
Opp' niggas hear my voice and heard that noise
I know it gave 'em chills
Just a coach, you play the field, I motivate the streets for real
Don't throw it up if you don't bang for it
Gang culture started with my bloods
And take the blame for it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blood diamonds on me, I paid pain for it (I paid pain for it)
Cold nights, bowls of ice, don't ask me what I'm payin' for it (payin' for it)
Ask bae, see, if I love you, you can know whatever (know whatever)
I sold my soul back in September, we gon' ball forever
I passed that load out to my n****s, we gon' ball forever
I made a promise not to play if we couldn't ball together
If I quit rap, I still got a whole house I can serve out
I'm the team captain, spinnin' for it, however it turn out
Waterboys hit all y'all whores, sweating this perc' out
I was really tryna get to know her first, but it ain't work out
Riding filthy with a clean blower, send you to the Lord
Devil calling, I don't hit ignore
I'm like what you doing, tryna score?
Just make sure you sure that you wanna do it
Only one of us gone make it out alive to tell the story
If we let you over here with us then you can never switch sides
Fat boy hit a drift slide, out the window lettin' that stick ride
I'ma give 'em all blues for you like we got Crip ties
He knew he was wrong, when I caught on, he tried to d**k ride
40 on the opp', we call him Shawn Kemp, uh
Feds pick up my folder, I ain't folding n***a, free Lil' Wem
Rappers can't compare theyself to me if they ain't sold a brick
I hung out windows comfy with that stick, it got a shoulder grip
Don't throw it up if you don't bang for it
Gang culture, started with my Bloods and take the blame for it, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blood diamonds on me, I paid pain for it
Cold nights, bowls of ice, don't ask me what I'm payin' for it
Ain't no question, if I love you, you can know whatever
I sold my soul back in September, we gon' ball forever
I passed that load out to my n****s, we gon' ball forever
I made promise not to play if we couldn't ball together (if we can't ball together)