Lyrics
Bitch, I'm in it to win it
Salute me like a lieutenant
Rolling stoned in a Caddy, kush clouds blur my vision
I can't see you lame niggas, outta sight, outta mind
Check your watch, lil' homie, aw man, it's just my time
I go beast on any beat, rest in peace 2nd Line
If you just hearin' 'bout me, go catch up, you far behind
I do my thing in this bitch, represent that Eastside
Blowin' OG while I creep in my G ride
Movin' slowly down the street, throw up the peace sign
To my youngins on the block, tryna eat off nicks and dimes
Playin' the corner with the Glocks, come up short, they poppin' out
They 'bout wildin', they 'bout drama, they ain't letting nothin' slide
If you on the set trippin', it's gon' be a homicide
If you ain't 'bout that life, then it's best you stay inside
Nigga, let's ride, nigga, let's ride
Roll that kush, put it to the fire
Inhale, exhale, let's get high
Let's get this money, we'll never die
You know this that 40 sippin', finger twistin' gangsta shit
Fresh as fuck, banger tucked, what you see is what you get
Cruisin' up and down the strip, yeah, I'm smokin' out the whip
Higher than a thousand pounds, nigga, I stay on my shit
This that 40 sippin', finger twistin' gangsta shit
Fresh as fuck, banger tucked, what you see is what you get
Cruisin' up and down the strip, yeah, I'm smokin' out the whip
Higher than a thousand pounds, nigga, I stay on my shit
Yo, the 9 milli' I keep by my bed
It's for my bitches, when I fuck, I press it on they heads
And pull the trigger with no clip in it even though I'm that nigga
I chat in drug business when I'm on the shitter
I'm paranoid, two Desert Eagles in my catalog
Told my bitch swim good like Lara Croft
I could deliver the brick if you add a couple yards
I'm just a dealer, Ola is the rap star
Twenty-four hour grind, five minute showers
Got my dough up, gotta blow up like the towers
Fuckin' cowards, every sixteen sour
I wanna get a maybe inside baby powder
Maybe I die tomorrow, but I'ma live today
You just a little giant, Danny O'Shea
I'm just a young papi with a old fade
My flow genuine like a bag Soleil
You can't shake the unshakeable, fade the unfadeable
Play the unplayable (It's Papi, daddy)
Puerto Rican rum and buga, that's my bloodline
Henny my holy water, I confess
Used to sell drugs on that project bench
Used to duck D's, climb the project fence
Had to be low like the project's rent
You clearly don't have a clue about project sense
In Paris, my name French, connections'll get you sentenced
And mentions'll get you pressed like workin' out on that bench
My pockets was full of lint, I'm talkin' ambition
Livin' that life that'll have your wife missin', for really
The Eastside like the old Kid Can Rap
Fiends stay on line like I give 'em free trials
Fiends been online since the AOL trials
Black nines, black gloves like the OJ trial, Papi
This that 40 sippin', finger twistin' gangsta shit
Fresh as fuck, banger tucked, what you see is what you get
Cruisin' up and down the strip, yeah, I'm smokin' out the whip
Higher than a thousand pounds, nigga, I stay on my shit
This that 40 sippin', finger twistin' gangsta shit
Fresh as fuck, banger tucked, what you see is what you get
Cruisin' up and down the strip, yeah, I'm smokin' out the whip
Higher than a thousand pounds, nigga, I stay on my shit