[Verse 1]
With the coke price at a all time high
How the fuck we supposed to eat
Got grown man praying to God hoping for rake in prices
Game is twisted got these young n***as running in banks without A gun
Talking bout they pulling scams n***as acting like they scared to Sell Yayo
Where the hustlers at

[Hook]
My soldiers keep on lock
Can’t ride without the piece no more
Almost fifty a gram God damn
How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord )
I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it )
Yellow tape cause i did it (i did it)
Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch
But I ain’t even hit it so
Jones

[Verse 2]
Uncle Ricky need bail money
That was a [?]
He had a substance problem started off selling bricks
I thought that was very clear (true story)
Thirty years out of his life [?] never snitched
Shit that is very rare
And my little buzzer Renny he beat the death penalty
That was heaven to ma ears I would do it all over again
I wouldn’t change nothing at all
And all the coke that I sold I would move it all again
I’m getting ahead of maself chill
Let me reel it back in
I was dealing crack when
There was no cell phones and I swear it was iller back then
It was beepers on streets [?] first Mac ten
Uncle Ronnie had the old black benz
And they say that i'd be iller now
I used to let the Mac go off just to watch the shells spill
And now mother fucker let me spell it out
UPS and I need my tracking number when I mail it out
Mo fuckaz play too much but I bet that on some chill [?]
Fuck you and your friends I slay two slugs in em
And I got a the bomb dicl that will make you [?]
[Hook]
My soldiers keep on lock
Can’t ride without the piece no more
Almost fifty a gram God damn
How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord )
I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it )
Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it)
Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch
But I ain’t even hit it so
It’s me n***a

[Verse 3]
Mama raised a boy the streets made me man
Why the fuck you think ma heart froze
Late nights on the corner
Twelve to a skinny big thirty eight [?] (ninety eight)
Young boy shooting on the block
Shit they say I caught a body like wondo
Sparked at crossroads four billion up
North road heading on state road
Some n***as ain’t get a date
Real life betting on murphy and [?]
Came up broke we as hungry as stomach
Turn a work to a pack I was pitching and dodging
To fuck these bitches they the least
Gossip with they friends in the next n***a V
Niece on max with the nine in the seat
Before [?] took the stand he used to be the plug sheets
Now it’s fifty
[Hook]
My soldiers keep on lock
Can’t ride without the piece no more
Almost fifty a gram God damn
How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord )
I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it )
Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it)
Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch
But I ain’t even hit it so
It’s me n***a

[Verse 4]
Go, ain’t got clocks in the roley unless the time tick
I’m on the [?] beretta is ma little sidekick
Bitch got a hold in your life told her hold on she my bitch
Then went and put that daytona shit on my side bitch
Cruising fly whips tryna [?] with the drop in it do the limit
But further move with the mop in it
Once I seen them cooking for me I looked at the pot different
On the rise to the top you gotta drop n***as
Been a hot n***a don’t worry I put in work
A n***a make a move and the shotty will put in work
And all you gonna hear is that shawty was in his [?]
I done took so much trip that I probably go bizarre
We fell in love with the coco with a lil coke flow
Everyday we hustling the same shit
Knew the neighbor wanted coke so I had to get my own flow
N***as gonna hustle in the main strip
[Hook]
My soldiers keep on lock
Can’t ride without the piece no more
Almost fifty a gram God damn
How we gonna eat oh lord (oh lord )
I ain’t with it (I ain’t with it )
Yellow tape cause I did it (I did it)
Got the streets talking shit bout another bitch
But I ain’t even hit it so