[Intro]
Yeah
What up my n***a Claw Whats happenin n***a
Lil Ron on the Track
Helly whats crackin
Talk my shit for a minute man
Ay


[Verse 1]
Get money at all costs
These n***as is all talk
It is so easy to fall off
10 thousand on me with the grey Versace draws on
Could've bought a crib but I put it on a necklace
Missed the summer jam fuck it put me on the next one
Spent two zips of weed on one fucking sweater
I been getting money for the motherfuckin' record
Wapa hit me up said "P, it's a desert"
You know I'm on my way but if I bring 'em then its extra
My doctor told me I ain't been eating enough veggies
I been out in Oakland getting P's for 27
I don't go to sleep I get cheese when it's breakfast
I don't like to beef but you know me it's whatever
They gave my n***a Skee 35 and 2 11
You got to be more careful when you driving with the stuffer
You know Chill Nephew he a hustlin' motherfucka
Left town with one, came back with double
3 thousand pills had it concealed in the luggage
This the type of shit that get a young n***a in trouble
But I touched down safe, couple days I'm back
Came up, what they got to say 'bout that
Sneak dissing n***a we don't play bout that
Same n***a fucked me over I used to break my back
To make sure n***as was straight and n***as betrayed
Real n***a at night, pussy in the day
But you know me I keep it pushing anyway
Call a bad bitch tell her put that pussy on my face
I'm a motherfuckin' vet and you rookies in the way
Drinking on that Pimp C, smoking cookie out the bay
Might hit yo' bitch once then that pussy out a day
Wearing Don C's the only time you see me with a snake n***a