Fire in the Crib

Ever hit a nigga with some work and he dead you?

That ain't the same energy he had when he begged you

My crackhead uncle used to steal from his nephew

Now when he ask for cash I just say God bless you

Six figures a year offa pipes and addicts

But I could double that now with one flight to Dallas

Rolled with a scale and weighed it out, right in traffic

I used to cop bad work because the price was average

Somebody get clipped, they think I paid for the bounty

Ask these record execs if I was paid 'fore they found me

Really getting the cake, Michigan plates on a Audi

To a nigga getting stocky eating trays in a county

Niggas spend they money on jewellery, ain't knockin' 'em

They scary though, if it ain't a video, they ain't rockin' 'em

Private chef, New York strip, steak and tilapia

Private jet, did shit niggas ain't think was possible

Like I hit the lotto, spent the bag on a trip

Six or seven thousand just the tag on the fit

I sent her outta town with some cash and a kiss

So she don't even ask what I stashed in the whip, mm

Real block boys gon' supply him in person

Ten niggas on one block tryna find 'em a purpose

So just to triple my chances went to hire some workers

Really ain't shit changed, they just buy 'em in verses

It's hard to sympathise when they tell me they feel like quittin'

Put in half the work I did but they want the cribs that I live in

They bought half the work I bought but still want the price that I'm gettin'

And I did everything but die just to live this life that I'm living

Honourable or militant, it's hard when your bands dwindling

My first robbery, I pointed my can with my hands trembling

Went from Super Bowl week every year to the stand snitching

Got half your childhood friends sitting in San Quentin

Break bread for what? I'm from where hoes willing to fuck

Long as you selling weight and Ace spill in your cup

They get famous on Twitter and think they litter than us

But them lines ain't witty enough, my prices really went up

For bitches, y'all Rez Havens, y'all niggas just spectators

I went hard and I came out sharp a Gillette razors

That disrespect paper and spin a connect paper

That's how you end up with a smile on your neck later

Since they wanna shine I'm coppin' them gold caskets

Y'all little bastards be so backwards, I'm old fashion

Had dope addicts, plus my phone had coke traffic

I was good at more than one sport like Bo Jackson

Plugs 2 nigga, yeah

Fire in the crib man

Fuck Covid, you know what I'm saying?

Long live every black king man, long live George Floyd man

Long live Michael Jackson, Plugs 2

Long live Chine Gun, yeah

Charlie Sloth, you already know what it is man

Plugs 2, we on the way