Politickin' with my partner, we just went half on a sack
Conversatin' 'bout that cheese, shoulda went half on the pack
But all we got is these straps between the both of us
Shit gettin' crazy, n***as gettin' killed
And on the real, we really need to focus up
Better plan to make them Ms off this music
But shit movin' slow, and hard times'll drive a smart n***a stupid
Fuck, I'm really in it, just had a boy, it ain't no time for bitchin'
Game time, this ain't no fuckin' scrimmage, huddle up
Look, just got that call from my people in Cali
Said they'll put it in the air, just need an address for the package
Look, straight business, handle ten, they send ten more
The lust of money got my mind gone like sold dope
My son need a new coat, feet gettin' bigger
Baby mama ridin' bucket, pride she make through the winter
See I can't have that, it's like gettin' shot at and not blast back
Showed mama 'bout that good life and we gon' have that
With no reproach - I'm way out of here on 'em
Drugs, gettin' high like ain't no gravity on 'em
Young boys like Deion, how they bendin' them corners
And I'm just spinnin' behind tent, pray them people ain't on it
Damn, look, I've been to jail and I ain't goin' back
I'm tryna change, but I'm sayin' that broke shit is whack
Look, I've been to jail and I ain't goin' back
I'm tryna change, but I'm sayin' that broke shit is whack
Prime example, comin' bussin' like a 40 at you
I'm 'bout that sack like a D tackle
A cold n***a, never freeze, that could be fatal
They say that n***a got caught up, but he ain't die so it ain't nothin' major
Preoccupations with puttin' paper on elevators
And stack that shit to the ceiling and then go buy the building
Aye fuck your feelings, your feelings can suck a dick and die
And if that bitch is a bird, you better let her fly