Lyrics
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
It's like
Every day I need to get more paper, new money
Got no feelings (no, paper, no feelings)
No new niggas needed, uh
Uh, no paper, no feelings
No love, oh, bitch, you trippin'
Pour pints of the Wockhardt, no liquor
Know some niggas that crack cards and some killers
Hey, you ever took two L's one week?
Every day pop Perkies, I don't get no sleep
Out with T30 every day for the fifth count (uh, walk down)
So I know that he waiting on me, can't compete with a boss
I went ten times hard, a nigga ten times soft
He can't even compete with a boss, knock him off
(Huh, huh, we knock him off, pussy, walk down)
All my lil' ones in the dirt, I feel like them some blood diamonds
We not the same, walk down the earth
Wanna get away on another island, I'm gone
Pardon me, I used to be broke
Pardon me, but she telling me no
Shit, pardon me, double up, grew up in poverty
Robbin' just to get some more
We were teenagers livin' like grown men
But the judge don't know that, though (huh)
Just offed my nigga 'bout thirty
But he just turned twenty, ho
What the fuck niggas mean?
I watched my great-grandma sell dope
So sellin' dope was a dream
Young nigga grew up around fiends
Like went from police to paparazzi
But whoever want it, try to stop me
This turn this dirty money clean
Blood on that money need to wash it, uh
I got blood on that money and they still count it
I took off niggas' plug and I ain't show love
And don't give a fuck 'bout how them niggas feel 'bout it
Alot of these niggas be sayin' they fuck with me
Well, shit, go drill 'bout it (uh)
(Uh, go walk somethin' down, get in the field 'bout it)
My heart in the freezer, I don't even need it
You pay for the work, I can get it lil' cheaper, bitch (uh, ay)
Set it off like Queen Latifah
He a young ugly killer, jeeper creeper, step on people
Talk to God and repent all my sins, only on Sunday, drive the Benz, ha (uh, uh)
I know a bentward nigga that been so fucked up had to go get the speeder
Have you ever seen a mother die? Have you ever let a chopper fly?
Have you ever pulled 'round with your gang
Tryna score and do a homicide? (I up the score, uh)
I remember those days momma had to cry
Shit, we was broke, struggling, it got kinda ugly
Up in the street, momma wondering why
Niggas shooting that bridge when they brother died
Taymonte, yeah, we uppin' the score
But we probably take more than yours, though
Vintage Dior, ain't going broke
Rockin' this shit right now up on a boat (uh, ay)
Fuckin' these rap niggas hoes (yup)
Remember them days kick doors
Remember them licks only Lord know
Been livin' my second life, this the best life
But I still can't break that code
Yup, uh
Oh
Sellin' my coat and smokin' my last
Promise not to look into your pa-