[Intro]
[Verse 1: Jimmie D]
Even though prices were up, I stay open
[?] postage
Good pals with the postman
No chain on my chest though they chain smoking
Save and invest until the chain's broken
Trying to fix it with fixes like it ain't broken
Set 'em up, wet 'em up like the rain soaked 'em
Overtook 'em 'cause the lane's open
By the same token, you'll never have the same motion
You have ties to the swine, we ain't the same, brother
Kiss your mother with that mouth, you a lame sucker
Can't believe it ain't butter, but it's way better
Whip the batter like a little bastard
Came fast but I need it faster
Shotgun, tarp and a rope, not a happy camper
School of hard knocks the album [?]
Pass it off like a hot potato
Always kept a job that was extra paper
Instead of scraping by, we took the pots and scraped it
[?] safe place
Stoneface trying to save face
Wish this shit was made up, uh
[Hook]
[?] like a truth [?]
Had a nigga shoot for him
Time winding down like a [?]
I ain't got no time for your forums
[Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain]
When I go meet [?] with the bag, yo
His English is broken but he understands you
Taco meat [?] open toe sandals
Said he likes me but he'd murder me if he has to
I don't take it personal, it's just business
Cartel killers care less if you make 'em a million
Most niggas would've heard that, would've been in their feelings
But I'm ready and willing for the love of drug dealing
Pillow talking got him twenty-five years
They threatened him with time and said they'd take away the kids
I was in the [?] room on some Game of Throne shit
Sharpened up [?] library books like a vest
The rest of my life I gotta look over my shoulder
Paranoid 'cause I might get dumped from someone in my circle
Black [?] shrimp cocktail sauce, take a dip
Silverado, 1500 lift kit
Family matters 'til [?] being a witness
Testifying about Urkel being my chemist
Bent over backwards for 'em like a gymnast
[?] paid by no never mind
Dollar signs made 'em colorblind
Too [?] to see the signs and I ain't kidding
I'm shooting with my left hand tryna find my rhythm
Whipping with my right hand making sure the work's sticking
Like Thanksgiving with the turkey and all the fixings
[Hook]
[?] like a truth [?]
Had a nigga shoot for him
Time winding down like a [?]
I ain't got no time for your forums
[Verse 3: Ab Liva]
Family matters, family members let me down
Family dinners awkward 'cause my shooters always parked up near the condo
Family [?]
We break bread as the bodies being chopped up
When it's ordered like it's Starbucks, the coldest weather
Since the soldier public enemy number one
The numbers on my gun are filed down like a pimp's nails, nigga
I was in the trenches, hand on my trigger
When I was seventeen, head of steam
Hundred miles and running going the wrong way
[?] and my young cousin
Dude was outside wilding like it's Brooklyn Zoo
This was [?] of the brown Dickies
And the beef and broccoli Timbs was on the pavement
I was bravehearting the payment [?] blood
I took an oath and it was sacred as love, we cavemen
I been tapped in like a wrestler, I'm a hustler
I'm a brick layer money getter
[?] money spender
I got a pretty [?] money bender
She's a hopeless dreamer
Fuck it, I'm a [?]
Money factored in, eighteen wheeler tracked it in
Maybach back to back again
I got the strap again, accompanied by the mask again
It's Sean Paul, give me all the light that I been basking in
Cartel trafficking, streets moving fast again
The past, present, future, said he has to win
Crown me, nigga
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