[Chorus: Rucci]
Way I've been living, people say I need Jesus
I be out my mind, I don't need drugs
But I don't think twice, when I'm geeked up
First link [?] freeze up
My bitch tryna smoke all my weed up
Make an opp bitch throw the B up
Call her baby daddy, gon' be beat up
I just need money, I don't need love
[Verse 1: Rucci]
The way I've been living, I ain't really have no chill
This my last album, then it's motherfuck a deal
Making bad decisions, had to put down the pills
I put the homie on, 'cause he kept [?]
[?] Za Za puffing, real life thugging
Bad bitch fucking, really getting money
The chopper by my tummy, a problem out in public
Ain't never gave a fuck, so fuck it
You know what I'm on, ride round with those [?]
This an [?] igga, keep up
A check on my neck, so my heat tucked
Everytime I drop, I fuck the streets up
[Chorus: Rucci]
Way I've been living, people say I need Jesus
I be out my mind, I don't need drugs
But I don't think twice, when I'm geeked up
First link [?] freeze up
My bitch tryna smoke all my weed up
Make an opp bitch throw the B up
Call her baby daddy, gon' be beat up
I just need money, I don't need love
[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Jay Rock, Rucci, they like how that happen?
Don't worry 'bout it, bitch, we 'bout to get it brackin
I'm the driver, he the shooter, young n***a snapping
You can find us in the set, with my n***as [?]
Then it's back to the [?], where my iggas trapping
Pull up in the lot, where it really happen
Dope sales, big shells up in the Glock
Lock big slugs, big plugs all on my block
S.R.T., yes, I'm scat packing
Ain't no [?] bitch, we rap packing
All they heard was a [?], notice how we do things
Hit you from your head to your shoestrings
Kick come with the chop, that's Brooce Lee
N***a out of pocket, and he talking, and that's loose teeth
Million dollar n***a in a hoopty
Bitch talking out of turn, I'ma do me
[Chorus: Rucci]
Way I've been living, people say I need Jesus
I be out my mind, I don't need drugs
But I don't think twice, when I'm geeked up
First link [?] freeze up
My bitch tryna smoke all my weed up
Make an opp bitch throw the B up
Call her baby daddy, gon' be beat up
I just need money, I don't need love
