Toast 2 That

Let's toast to that, yeah

I gotta' make a toast for all my real niggas out there, man

All my niggas in the jail, man, we always think about you, bro

Keep your head up high, for real, for real

'Cause I know how it is to be down, dawg (free Vonte)

Feel like everybody on your "not" side, you dig

But we with you, you feel me?

Real life, yeah, ayy, yeah

Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that

Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that

God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that

Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act?

Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Shawty talk crazy, we in all black

We in black mask, all my niggas strapped

Ayy, man, let's toast to that

We been gettin' money from the jump (from the jump)

I came through, felony inside my trunk, ayy

Before rap, niggas been about them guns

Before rap, niggas been on these chumps, ooh

I don't how we posed to fake all the funk

Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that

Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that

God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that

Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act?

Loose lips sink ships, been exposed to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Real shit never die, so let's toast to that

Gangsters never die, so let's toast to that

Fuck your bitch, and I take her on trips

But ain't no postin' that

I had to put in the work, for the set, 'fore I sold a bag

One partner cut every seven grams soda, that's good crack

I mix it up with B-Tweezy, my nigga

Vitamins good for my geekers, my nigga

The blow Trader Joe got that organic dope

And a hunnid packs stuffed in the freezer, my nigga

We dumpin, and drop it out

Bussin' packets like Pitbull, we poppin' off

I can't talk on my phone, 'cause I'm talkin' raw

Feel like Steven Seagal, I'm above the law

Nigga, fuck the law (nigga fuck the)

I just cut off all my bitches, so let's toast to that

Made a couple million, can't let a hoe get close to that

I told papi to rock it, one lock and I sent that coca back

I had to put in the work, for the set, 'fore I sold a bag

Tryna find my next story never meant so much

Invices never cared about my age either

Money, cars, clothes, hoes, the story goes the same, the family

And only I, can be the teacher in the end