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 niggas 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, nigga, I been tight

Class gon' hurt these niggas

You don't need another case, let me murk these niggas

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 niggas 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 niggas 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

Niggas 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 niggas 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