i ain't got time for these bitches
ain't got a dime for these bitches
breaking it down for three bitches
duffle stuffed with 3 sixes
heater under the pillow, i sleep with my missus
and i'm having dreams of bigger than 6 digits
niggas where i rest possessed em with chickens (?)
livin on your dick to hit the next shipment, so high
and niggas wanna know why i, ride, with semi-automatic by my side
i need a nigga that's fo sho gon bust, and really i'm the only nigga i trust
and really i'm the only nigga that go, new shoes, cadillac on fours
shine for the dimes and the rat hos, check a pack, write a rap crack stove (?)
and my trunk leave cracks in the pavement
chevy only carry heavy weight, lord save him
just another victim of the game, can you blame him
and he stay paid (?), can a lame nigga fade him
and most you niggas in the rap game big blowers
but at the end of it they don't get shit for it
but me and mines gotta eat, so i'm beatin up the street
dinner time, and i gotta hit a lick for it
send em the god, tryna rob the godfather
and if you scared of catchin a murder then why bother
i'm peelin off a knot for pots of hot water (?)
niggas rolled me off and it made me grind harder
peace to the east, nigga peace to the chief
got a slug for the judge, plenty heat for police
and a book full of sins that i reap when i sleep
then i wake up and i put em on the beat, how you love that