Lyrics
You get out what you put in, I learned that for sure
I won't knock out my foot in, watch how I kick down the door
I was playin' it low and went ghost, now
I'm back in that mode, time to put on a show
I was losin' my touch and I know I got back
To the base, now look at it grow (Racks)
Let it stack up to the ceiling and show 'em who really got motion
I want some money, then I need some more
Dash two hundred, coupe seats to the floor
Five percent tint on the Rolls
BP the black for the rack, can't let down the window
You ain't gon' ride, what you here for?
I repent at night for my sin, pray to God that I win
All this shit I built could've got me killed
I'm dyin' to live, keep my Glock concealed
Penthouse in the hills, ain't nothin' changed
Still in pain, still tryna maintain
All this shit I built could've got me killed
I'm dyin' to live, keep my Glock concealed
Penthouse in the hills, ain't nothin' changed
Still in pain, still tryna maintain
I gotta make sure everybody eat, make sure that we all ball
I gotta watch my back, is you gon' leave me if I fall off?
Ain't no fallin' off, I go mask up before I lose it all
How can you let a nigga run with you
Walk with you? They ain't even crawl
Don't let the right hand know what the left
Hand doin', make sure you watch your influence
The streets ain't for everybody if you don't know
What you doin', it's easy to fuck up and lose
That bitch you love don't love you for real
She love the money, the cars, the vibe
That nigga you thought was your dawg, he
Really a snake, he just got good at hidin' it
All this shit I built could've got me killed
I'm dyin' to live, keep my Glock concealed
Penthouse in the hills, ain't nothin' changed
Still in pain, still tryna maintain
All this shit I built could've got me killed
I'm dyin' to live, keep my Glock concealed
Penthouse in the hills, ain't nothin' changed
Still in pain, still tryna maintain