Lyrics
In my city get rich or die trying
Niqqas still be killing
How tf the blind gone lead the blind
Sumbody gone come up missing
Alot of shots mamas gone be cryin
Alot of fish fries
Niqqas throwing they life away
On drugs they folks ain't showing
No love in the trenches he grew up
In the kitchen he seen nun but
Brickys fuck with me might get them
For the low I might just drop ticket
You ain't never took a risk out here
That's why you still btching
Ima keep on sliding hot out here
They gotta come and get me
Pocket sloppy ripping bills and Sht
Hoe said I need a wallet baby I got
Rubberbands this Sht right here can't
Fit in wallets dawg Sht got it out
Mud you know I got to pop it
Youngest niqqa come thru fly ash
They said I need a pilot
I can show Yu how to hustle
Get a tripple double you know
I can't fumble come thru black
On black like I'm obama stand on
Business going for nun Redrum
Backwards that be murder she a
Eater ate my kids thought I had 1
She den murked it thick li btch
Love sum cosa migo she don't
Fuk wit titos balling for my Niqqas
Dead and gone damn I miss my
People I can't wait to catch em
Out of bounds shoot him like a
Free throw new jack city I got cash
Money I feel like Im nino
In my city get rich or die trying
Niqqas still be killing
How tf the blind gone lead the blind
Sumbody gone come up missing
Alot of shots mamas gone be cryin
Alot of fish fries
Niqqas throwing they life away
On drugs they folks ain't showing
No love in the trenches he grew up
In the kitchen he seen nun but
Brickys fuck with me might get them
For the low I might just drop ticket
You ain't never took a risk out here