[Musik 1st Verse]
Yeah, Hard times left a n***a scarred
Yeah I'm barely healin' from it but I know I'm gon' bleed again
Gotta tell my n***as that I love 'em while we here
In a year I don't know who Imma see again
Or they might not see me again
Either way where I'm going I don't need a friend
Only thing that's on a n***as mind
Staying on the grind and feed the fam
Rough road took a couple L's where the love go
Cutthroat forever the Mode and I cut slow
Hot but I gotta keep it tucked in a puff coat
Just in case a n***a want smoke (Yeah)
Vision vivid, driven, windows tinted
Gotta get it, no pivot, come on with it
No limit, don't listen, fuck critics
Draw the line, pick a side, you stuck with it

[Juice Boi]
(Yeah, Yeah)
Let me jump in it, hoodie with a fitted
4-5-4 N***a count six digits
Time is money and money I'm gon' get it
And I ain't got a minute to give to you bitches
Life too short like two midgets
Get money when I sleep like I had a tooth missing
A crew that don't get money ain't a crew is it?
If it ain't your fault lil n***a whose is it?
And just like stitches I got this sewed up
Glock cocked, one up top and pop like soda
Lock then load up, rock and rollah
Straight from the east side I got to throw it up
You from the east side you got know us
We held this bitch down and blew this shit up
Protect this thing of ours like Cosa Nostra
We finna count dough go lock the door bruh
[Rich Rollin 1st Verse]
Hot boy kill a block boy
I just want the money no need to be top boy
Motherfuck the fame just give me the guap boy
Chop toys, stock toys by the box boy
Movin' convoy full hitters and gritters
N***as bendin cause they starvin'
They don't know what's for dinner
Been a flipper 'fore I sent the family over them chippers
It was doobies and pinners now it's money and zippers
Pictures with the scriptures ain't no fuckin' with Richie
You was losin' for a bit come fuck with the winners
Heavy drippin' bet he's sick it's some HIV
Extended clipper on the glizzy that bitch stay by me

[Musik 2nd Verse]
Do it like my brother keep the thang by me
Ain't no tellin' when a n***a gon' roll on you
Give a fuck 'bout what they say 'bout me
I don't ever say nothin' motherfucker I'll show ya
I come from the shoulder hood raised a soldier
You'll find that this isn't for ya
See all of my n***as are loyal
Half of em got lawyers cause shit can get blown up
42 Clase Azul pour up
One in the crew not in the mood so what?
Gotta get it by any means a couple bands in my jeans
Bruh you don't like what you see? Then scroll up
Bitch chose up, When you gon' get past it
Sometimes you gotta pass it to get a basket
Don't have it just like magnets highly attracted
It's just a habit but my passions to drive a classic
Ughh
Keep the conversation to a minimum
Take your seats enjoy the treats for the cinema
[Rich Rollin 2nd Verse]
Got all my n***as [???] I'm what is
And get to say great responsibilty comes with
Tough Script but I feel I've been on enough trips
To play it well, shakin' twelve' takin' L's
To winnin' on a greater scale
Validated member left that hoe just know it's crazy down
The shit we do to make this mil'
Taught me bout them paper trails
Where I'm at took some prayers and a gang of cells
Avail 'til you understand what this game entails
Gotta shake them tails keep your circle tight It'll be alright
Most get blinded by the bread gotta feel sight
Same plug ten plus homies and my chick all tight
Always ran that issue on disloyalty a different type
Fasholy Rollin' fit the hype but that ain't what I'm aimin for
I'm trynna set my youngins right and
Teach 'em somethin greater hoe
Break the motive n***as don't apply while we takin notes
Talkin' ain't been a factor so I try to display more