But somehow the right way don't pay
I'm comin' home late every night,
Tryin' to creep in the house,
But the homie laid all spots for me
And said, yo, what's happenin'?
No, you don't owe me no more,
I said, aw, naw, it ain't like that,
I'm tryin' to go straight
You need to quit that faggot -ass job,
and took some satin to the head
Him, that nigga had at least two jeans
so I'm headed in the house
Everybody knocked out, so I'm locked out
where my homies is hangin' at
They offer me a cavvy sack
so I can start slayin' that
They say, ain't no hustler,
Hold that thought and I'll
I've been dreaming too long
Since I was born and raised on the streets
From a double of 50 into a C, no stack
Within a week, but my P wasn't rich
on the north side of Long Beach
and I thought I heard her
So I went to the hood, on 20th and Murph
I came up quick with some homies
that I knew from way, way back
And then my sec, my baby was seven
In other words, Daz had it goin' on
I bought myself a bucket,
that's right, a bucket, bitch
Who you fuckin'? My car or my dick?
My lifestyle switched a bit,
And I told all my old bitches
Cause when you got money,
And old hoes don't do nothing
but cause some static, see
I went from caggis to gas brains to a fade
I'm not special ed, but I had it made
Livin' the life, but we ballin' carefree
Had bitches dyin' to sleep with me,
from all the spendin' and gamblin'
Business was gettin' slow,
Mind the way that I was supposed to
The DPG gang, cause we scan this one, we broke,
we get the gongs in this game,
we get to acting like sluts
You've been too long, too long,
You've too long, too long, too long,
This night I had a dream,
felt so good, it had to be
Me and my homies were getting paid,
man I'm glad we had it made
Some homies wanna roll with me,
some homies claim insanity
but you can best believe this
Serve what I can serve, right?
So my pockets will stack up
Nigga, don't trip, nigga, back up, hold up
I gots to react off the first
But my momma thinks I should
But how much work would it take?
And how much money would I make,
But I ain't got that much time,
minds when a nigga out the house
I ain't gettin' no younger,
And the fact that I'm out to get paid twice
got no slang to pull a heist
Now what should I do, just chill
When it's time to peel caps
so I maintain folded salary
And my mentality's raw from the dope
I sur vive to 95 day after day
Making hits with DAZ to get
I'm feeling too low, I'm feeling too
I can't take it to the lim it, no
I can't take the limit, no
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