the old est child of my mother,
I grind for my little brother my nieces
and every uncle my pops was
born in corona relocated to LA
no pity they letting shells fly can
I give it my all seen shots fly
couple bodies stick to the wall
I'm sipping vodka lockout
never we balling nigga we all in
got your bitch up all night
she had to call in from another planet
I talk different just open up your mind
I open mine at my heart listen
and as soon as that call missing them
I'm talkin' if God listen, I'm past good
who can't twist her backwood
We be on them back blocks,
That paper like a math book,
these niggas lookin' mad shook
A couple bitches that'll ride with me
A bunch of niggas that'll die for me
Million stackin' to the ceiling
Top down, all speakers loud for real
Still got puppers bringin'
This ain't how love is like
Lookin' out, now you're dealin'
Got your own pa per, fuck a hater,
Approach the Lord so discreet
and I'm sure like the beach
Couple tours, couple whores,
couple floors in the suite
Couple more double doors,
got for Lord for the seat
If it's war, then it's war
at the store with the beef
Rest in peace to my boys,
hope the Lord let them sleep
Like the doors on the floor,
movin' slower through the streets
Like Shakur with the four,
I can walk it like I talk it
Couple charges duckin' them
officers off with the heat
Look dawg, I shook off no
Bringin' more to the beast,
So pure, I should deserve
then speak to the Lord before I sleep
Once again, if I wake up,
niggas been had they kicked up
A couple bitches that arrived with me
A bunch of niggas that'll die for me
Money stackin' to the ceiling
Top down, all speakers loud for real
Still got pumpers bringin'
Lookin' out, now you dealin'
Got your own pa per, fuck a hater,
4.8
