Letras
Make it make sense
We dropped 40 in the game
Was in the bench
I ain't never do no business with that boy
Cause we ain't mix
Touch a bag
I'm investing in my hood like Merrill Lynch
Wanna see my niggas winning
We all used to penny pinch
From the South Side
Mouth wide
Gold grill niggas
Really raised round shooters
Like them Oak Hill niggas
Got a master plan
We gone see a M
Without a doubt
Tell my bruddas practice patience
Everything we want in route
Niggas doubt
But got no motion
Only thing move is they mouth
Logistics & statistics
He make 5 every route
Built the business up from scratch
Swear I never needed clout
She a 10
But she drop to a 6
When she open her mouth
Young nigga
Still played the back
When I was bigger
And I never wanted fame
Just wanted to see my niggas richer
Soldiers with us
We fuck nigga free
Just like Glorilla
Started small
But stood tall
Money never made us bigger
Know I'm Himmothy
We locked in forever
If she been with me
Spot was jumping in 300
Niggas loved to spend with me
You gone have to go through hell with us
You wanna win with me
Long live my brudda
Man could never put no fear in me