[Verse]
Flip birds for the crooked clan
That's work for the working man
That's bagged with the brand new batch
Less hurt that the homie's have
See they dub sackin'
And I stuffed the mattress
They still gettin' money
But, I'm in this traffic still
Tell 'em keep movin' around
And don't make a sound
Cause these talkin' motherf**ers get caught
If they throw me a pound
Then I'm breaking it down
Won't ever know I was involved
See you got vultures that ain't really 'bout this
But it's in their culture to pretend that they got
And you got b**hes f**in' for that good tip
Pretending that they love you just to come out on top
f** all of that bullsh**
We serve the same purpose
We stuck in a cycle
The difference; I'm workin'
And I'm still gettin' that legal money
Get 'em tatted and I've been established
See this is my shop, and the sh** that I've managed
Now f** it, I own it, it comes with advantage
My minds f**ed; like look at all the sh** that I did
But if I don't sin, that he died in vein
So f** what you call it; I live
83' on the highway
4 lbs in this hatchback
Quick favor for the esé
Praise God on the way back (on the way back)
[Interlude]