Tiny C-Style - Paid the Cost lyrics

[Curren$y] Yo, Yo, Jet Life, this Spitta Check my n***a C-Style out, Long Beach stand up [Verse: C-Style] Paid the cost to be the boss, street ties and time Street sweeper, sweep the block, b**h the world is mine I'm a hustler and a gangster, I'm supposed to be rich Rolex wrap the wrist, I'm supposed to be lit You n***as hating over giela's b**h get off of my dick And tell your b**h to hop on, tap in with a Crip AC blasting, speakers bumping, going in for the k** Sliding up the 405, city boy for real Do it big from LBC to STL Back down to ATL, jet setter for real Long days, sleepless nights, all hustle, no luck Work hard, live well, n***a ain't no giving up Thought I was wildin' then, I get these m's ya'll really f**ed On the road to the riches, no time for silly s*uts Same gold around my neck, hopping out the Bentley truck Streets on lock, I started with a hot diamond Single parent home, it pushed me to go farther Name a n***a out my section that go harder Get Garcia on the phone, tell him we got a problem Big Meech with the moves, talking all profit Only n***as getting cash, whole set, we mobbing And I do this for the ones that really want me to win Watch them die standing up, when I pull up in the Benz Got a flight to NY, time to get me some Timbs I done said it once before, I'll probably say it again I don't f** with switch gangs, we could never be friends Pedal to the metal, full speed ahead to the end Felt like a life time they thought I'd never get in Never Die Corporation, only out for the wins Trying to live my life right, the Devil want me to sin Long Beach City god, well I'm g's with a [?] Tiny C out of Boss King, streets know what it is Streets know what it is