Now will there ever be a day that my niggas won't ride for me? For me?
Nah, nah, nah
And will there ever be a day that your bitch won't slide with me? Homie?
Nah, nah, nah
And will it ever be a day that your hands ain't up when a nigga on stage
I been rollin' up haze in the studio for days just to work for a wage
Now I'm on, fuckin' paid in this mothafucka
Who got a hit just like this? And got heart and rich like this?
Never failed, 20 years and he still got grip like this
And got kids with a super hot bitch like this
You spendin' time tryna get like this
I wrote a script like this, I'm on some shit like...
I'm at home on the track, nigga, this my shit
Try to spit my clip, you might get hit and divided
Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk about it
Laid out with the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back with rings
What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga
Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah
Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah
We come for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah
Set fire to my enemies
Fuck a rasclaat, those our enemies
Mi got a few chains worth a hundred keys
Them say they waan ride, mi say, "Pussy, please"
Pussy boy never worried me
hundred streets
Nuh call the police pon me
A hundred keys in these streets
Pussy boy, now I walk with weed
Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk about it
Laid out with the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back with rings
What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga
How you spell C.E.O.? D.R.E
What a nigga dream he could try to be
Uh, even though I'm from a place where
Niggas got TECs, don't mean technology
Grew up 'round Blood niggas, real camaraderie
Plus Crip niggas on the other side of me
But I'm the only nigga that I ever tried to be
Winner never sins, you know these niggas tired of me
Not to it if you want crap shootin' in your home
Where a nigga came from, my life changed
'Cause a nigga made hits while my homies flipped bricks
Lot of them ain't here, can't complain
Tried to survive 9 to the 5
You ain't alive if you ain't not willin' to die
The lower the low, the higher the high
Do or you don't, you fall or you fly
I mean you ride or die, nigga
Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk about it
Laid out with the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back with rings
What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga
Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah
Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah
We come for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah
Set fire to my enemies
Fuck a rasclaat, those our enemies
Mi got a few chains worth a hundred keys
Them say they waan ride, mi say, "Pussy, please"
Pussy boy never worried me
hundred streets
Nuh call the police pon me
A hundred keys in these streets
Pussy boy, now I walk with weed