[Intro]
Holla at ya gwalla, bout a dollar then we huh
Then we huh

[Verse]
Yea you know I still get them lows from a Text Free
Holla at ya gwalla, bout a dollar then we besties
16 a P from them G’s we was baggin
Cut the X with caffeine really fuckin up the package but we crackin
Was really fucked up but we managed
Plotting wit a rocket and a scheme
500 dollars, a quarter ounce and some beans
Praying to God that this shit shake
Robbed the connect cause the n***a was really dead weight
Really fеlt like I was running outta options (uh)
Lookin out fa n***as left me flat up on my pockеts everytime
No phone calls or texts, Did I ever cross yo mind
I been snaked out by own kind (uh)
Relatives asides
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
If you got mine in mind then it’s love
Wishing that it was what it was
But it is what it is
6.52 until it’s thru, we bout to ball in this bitch

[Chorus]
So we ball until we fall
Nah n***a we can’t front you
It’s us against the mobb but fuck it if that’s what it comes to
I made a hundred thou in this Ralph Lauren jumpsuit
To run up half a ticket in this Ralph Lauren
So we ball until we fall
Nah n***a we can’t front you
It’s us against the mobb but fuck em if that’s what it comes to
To run up half a ticket in this Ralph Lauren jumpsuit
I made a hundred thou in this Ralph Lauren