LunchMoney Lewis
The Future of Dade
[Verse 1: Hennessy & P.M.]
I done came too far to go back and too hard to go soft
I'm fulfilling my wishes (I got swag)
But Auntie always say I'm losing my britches (I'm from the hood)
So whatever ever happen, I'm with it
P-O-E 'til I D-I-E, I got P-I-E's
For the low, come and see that cheese
You might be the police so I don't give n***as convo
Talk shit, them choppers aiming at your ass pronto
[Verse 2: Brisco]
I'm Brisco, what it be like?
A [?] boy, five star general, n***a, I been tight
Class gon' hurt these n***as
You don't need another case, let me murk these n***as
Fuck around and lose a loved one 'bout Khaled
Connections with the Arabs
Ross cartel pieces
One hundred and fifty karats
We the mafia, cut that check
This just the politics, dawg, Brisco next, money
[Chorus: Lunchmoney]
Fuck all you haters, we gon do it major
For all that green paper
[?] by Jacob
He ain't nothing but a hater
These goons do it major
[Verse 3: Dirty Red]
Khaled, let me get them
I done came from nothing
Only a buck 65, took the game through muscle
I done got it on the block, streets don't owe me nothing
I'ma teach you 'bout flossing and stunting (I'm the trap boy)
Can't believe everything you see on the TV
These n***as get out of line, get burnt quicker than CD's
Ain't never been friendly, ain't feeling these old bees
Rather dwell in the hood with the thugs and OG's
They tell me thug n***as don't live long
So I bring that thing with me when I leave home (Watch your mouth)
And loose lips'll make a ship sink
N***as talk shit, but when it's time, can't stand in the paint (Dirty Red)
You understand what my name mean?
Accepted in the game, can't change me
Make money, but the money don't make me
I'm too real, I'm what these other n***as can't be
I got my–
[Chorus: Lunchmoney]
Fuck all you haters, we gon do it major
For all that green paper
[?] by Jacob
He ain't nothing but a hater
These goons do it major