[Verse]
Ha-haaa
Yeah the game's getting old, shawty's going up top
Coming home a little bigger with waves and parole
The dope's in the hole, the fiend's all lined up
Everybody tre pound down and nine'd up
Money short, no telling where you could wind up
Gangs of the New York, lotta soft n***as signed up
Nothing like the feeling you get when you bust the K
I can do back-to-back bullets, won't touch a Tre
Me Gus n K, real pimpin'
In a big shipment of something that taste different
Hollow tips turn grown men back into infants
Two trap houses, Greensboro and Winston
Summer's behind the wall, other n***as is fenced in
A couple of em just touched down that just did ten
Cut ain't bad enough for staples, you get stitched in
Lucky that the doctor was even able to fix him
Yeah, what the fuck could you tell me?
Red and green stipe or the capital LV
If I don't make it, all that means is that I failed me
So either imma make a hit record or sell D
Heh, I'm trying to do both
Bars top of the line, 'bout a nine on the dope
Balcony, looking at your mind on the scope
Devil telling me "Do it" but the angel saying "Nope"
Made it out the jail, you lucky nobody cut you
Go into the hoe screaming and nobody touch you
Looking for the foul, and that's where the trouble's at
Say death come in threes but I can double that
Any narcotic in the world, I can bubble that
Infatuated with the drug game but in love with rap
Cocaine in my DNA
Yeah, and my blood is E & J
Rather see him bleed than to see him pay
D-Block n***a, we don't play
[Outro]
D-Block
We just starting Pooh, Kiss My Ass
Let that breathe
Before y'all download my shit, it's coming
Hahahahahahaha
Suckers, n***a