[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don't care how tired I get, I'm gon' still run up them bands
I'mma still count up my back end, I'mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am
I don't give a f** about what the critics say, I'mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I'm working
I ain't have to sell my soul, it ain't worth it
[Verse 1:]
Sold out, sold out, now I'm mad
We done sold out, it's a hold out, hold out on them bags
We gon' roll 'bout 1 something, 4 of y'all, 2 in the van
I don't care what that money do, I'mma blow this sh** like a fan
RIP to my n***a Shawty Lo, I'm still walking 'round feeling like the man
Commissary going out on Sunday, gotta make sure I still got a plan
Talk to my girl on Monday, on the phone with my hands in my pants
Walking around with my hand on my ear, I ain't heard a word that they saying
n***as talk about what they gon' do, rubber bands still around that paper
Overdue for some new music, might as well put it out for my haters
n***as talkin' hard, know they can't stop me, I'm in that front yard with them choppers
I'll do whatever for my partner, I hit the j**elry store with
[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don't care how tired I get, I'm gon' still run up them bands
I'mma still count up my back end, I'mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am
I don't give a f** about what the critics say, I'mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I'm working
I ain't have to sell my soul, it ain't worth it
[Verse 2:]
n***a lurkin', cell phone, no serivce
Tent on the car, not working, so I had to close them curtains (Ooooh)
Pulled up in something they ain't never heard of
I ain't seen no caution tape, but the whole scene I murdered
(Woooo) Lying to me, I'm used to b**hes
Watching out who I'm talking to, cause a lot of n***as, they superstitious
Dirty pots, cause I used the dishes
40 Glock, keep it in my britches
50 shots of them big bullets, that lil' n***a might need stitches
That big body, I lean in it
That drop top selling [?] in it
And I ain't gotta wear a suit everyday to show a n***a I mean business
With all this lean, I need a kidney
Why the lil' boy goin' so hard
You tellin' on me, you the real 12
You lame as hell like a Soap Opera
[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don't scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don't care how tired I get, I'm gon' still run up them bands
I'mma still count up my back end, I'mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am
I don't give a f** about what the critics say, I'mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I'm working
I ain't have to sell my soul, it ain't worth it