Fast Money f** Ya b**h Gang, nahm sayin?
RIP my n***a Yams, Finesse The World man
Making the World work for you
You not working for the World, you know?
Get money or get ran over by it
[Verse 1]
Tryna stay clear of these weirdo n***as
You bleed too, I don't fear no n***as
Jet bring the work, it's like I don't rap
Sold packs, wave at you n***as getting your coke snatched
Might go upstairs, third floor, but I live on the fifth
Had the coke bags for the twenty and I was selling piff
Had a small connect, we used to link in J Hood
'Til he started shorting me grams, you know that ain't good
Called 'em up like, "yo I need what I need"
Linked up, put the shotty to his teeth
n***a give it up
(Give it the f** up n***a, we need everything)
f** you thought this was?
(I want the shoes too n***a, I want the shoes too)
Stupid n***a, uh
[Verse 2]
On the block like I ain't just did two tours
You want it cheap, got some sh** for the 2-4
I copped 4 then my plug throw me 2 more
Might hit the dealer then pull up in that new [?]
Like downers, we got options you could choose
Settle for the percs, some xannies and some blues
My lil n***a Dustin did it in a weekend
Discuss your life over tea at a meeting
Should he blow or should he f**ing go
Slide on the crib, knock knock, you wasn't at the door
Kick it down, [?] whoever in the f**ing house
Run the pockets [?]
Then pop a bottle, it's a celebration
n***a called [?] reservation
n***a your life got no value
Have 'em do you for like 50 percs and like 10 valiums