blood money

Lyrics

, ain't no turning back now, a nigga too deep in nigga, i done tasted the fruit nigga, this the story this is it, this how it went down, the autobiography, of the fat rat with the cheese, lil' o, based on a true story, i hit the block in fatigue, with these drugs sitting in my asshole, straight crack cocaine, hundred dollar street value, and we slanging on this spot, if you don't know you bitch we down you, surround you, seven in your head is how they found you, the dope game done changed us, derange us into demons, we money hungry hustling, from morning to the evening, finna see things, these boys ain't seen like plenty g's, trying to get things these boys ain't got, they diamonds rings, switched it down, a piece and gold chain, and a big body benz, sitting on thangs, know what i'm saying, so i got's to let em hang when i hit these streets, concentrate on holding weight, and work my way to a ki, stay away from hoe ass niggaz, that's surrounding me g, cause if you ain't talking balling, you can't be around me, and even though, i'm a young nigga, my nuts hang, like they weigh a fucking ton nigga you understand, see we never falling all in, young niggaz balling, got's to get my grind, and i'm stalling, see my money calling, stay paid yiggy-yes y'alling, cause being a grown nigga, is a prowling, now its two years later, everything is looking fine, put up the seventeen, now a nigga scoring nine, keep my bidness to myself, don't need these haters all in mine, you tell these boys your bidness, and they'll have you doing time, hit the club starched and ironed, clutching on the bank, at the bar like a star, buying all my niggaz dranks, you don't even got to think, you know i got some revenue, cause i'm piece and chain, polo guess doing tennis shoes, taking pictures for my dog, on lock paying dues, he got five, so he got the penitentiary blues, and that ain't cool but fool, look at these photos and laugh, cause i'm posing with bad bitches, with my hands on they ass, yeah this lifestyle's fast, pray to god i make change, but i'm in it to the death, i can't settle for some change, and it's strange we still hustle, but we know it don't last, but i'm in it to the death, i can't live without the cash, my confessions as a changed man, a young adolescent, now we thug niggaz hustling, counting money and blessings, learn lessons of the game, i study crooks like books, boss taught me how to pimp hoes, and cocaine cook, i overlooked the thoughts, of living right, be consequences, yes indeed i had to pay the price, the confiscation of my freedom, what a sacrifice, not scared to die, but still i lust forever lasting life, but i ain't crying i'm grinding, can't stop young nigga striving, planning hostile take overs, power moves and perfect timing, now my roof's popped up, my bitch bopped up, my pockets overflow, like a toilet stalked up, picking up niggaz hoes, drop em off knocked up, and if they nigga plex, i leave his chest locked up, i'm coming up, so why these haters talking down on o, man i bought you boys tampax, you niggaz is hoes, bleed the block, bleed the block, bleed the block, nigga g's and knots, bleed the block, bleed the block, bleed the block, nigga we the cops - 2x