[Intro]
This is soul food for your soul fool
Like the big homie Face would say
[Hook]
Yeah I do this for the have nots
I wish ‘em success want them to have knots
That cash, want ‘em to have lots
Riding with d** and guns in the stash box
Dope boys
I'm a fresh dope boy (x3)
[Verse]
You already know how we give it up
We want it all and the world ain't big enough
We don't sleep from 3 to 8 all my n***as up
Cause that's usually the time that the pigs rush
Disciplined cause we all about the figgas
But let the rose and the henny take our livers
Hustle hard, hoping that god forgive us
We sell poison but the fiends outlive us
We raised off of fried rice and mickey d's
And blow trees to get the calm that a n***a need
We diss good girls, kick em pretty v's
But hope our daughters don't turn into chippy d's
It's funny how n***as minds work
Got a jail record so we can't find work
So we buy work, keep the cold water running
And put the pot on the fire on top of the oven
Watching our hopes turn around in a circle
Trying to win cause the losses hurt you
Yeah, but it comes with the game
You in it or you ain't, we go hard in the paint
sh**, we all in and vow to never snitch
And, we never turn on a fam over a b**h
But shout out to the broads that drive our cars
Risking it all, doing pickups and drop offs
I'm giving you j**els when I announce this
Coke get you cars but don't buys houses
So get a plan, before the warden give you one
And let's aim for the sky
We can get it shun
[Hook x2]