[ Featuring ISE B ]
I'd rather die in a phase than live life with no money in my hand
Stacking big paper like f*ck it man
Too much work for a cause, we gotta truck it man
Big ball of steel finding out a bucket's mine
I'd rather die in a phase than live life with no money in my hand
Stacking big paper like f*ck it man
Too much work for a cause, we gotta truck it man
Big ball of steel finding out a bucket's mine
I'm a bully with a fully, they go to the bank
Got plugs on weed, ex pills and yay
Got a driver to transport from here to Texas
With a white bitch on his tail and a brand new leggings
Then switch out the package in Oklahoma
Work wrapped, air tight, you can't smell the aroma
I'm a park boy, f*ck the rest of you fags
For life, it's Gucci bags and green flags
You boys be talking big, but you perjure yourself
Take a pistol, kiss the barrel, murder yourself
The kind don't run the streets, you better check statistics
Or call the police, have them check the ballistics
Every city we touch down, we treat like Dago
Connect guns and dope money, together like Legos
You did it for the bitch, nigga I do it for the bread
Before I turn into a snitch, I'd rather die in a fez
They got the fags that live life with no money, man
Stacking big paper like, f*ck it man
Too much work for a cause, we gotta truck it man
Big ball of steel finding out a bucket's mine
I'm a bully with a fully, they go to the bank
Got plugs on weed, ex pills and yay
Got a driver to transport from here to Texas
With a white bitch on his tail and a brand new leggings
Gangsterly touch, said I reminded my 9-4
When house hit the feds, I was on lap numero dos
Enough twerk, ain't got a turf to connect for 9 weeks
Too much cheese up in these gates, that's how I fell off
And landed in Benz's, PO still coming through
I was supposed to get off, f*ck it, I'm burned up to skunk
Following the drop off, hella miles out
Missed and dropped calls, my SA got the fuego
I got the spot in Arkadofia to get them off
And a dope fiend rental, gotta drive it like a stick
Take your foot off the pedal and just ease back in
Shit, I want every nick and every zip
For those gates, I just copped a stack of lutein
My addiction ain't sent me to no rehab
It sent me back to the Gucci store, I got the seven
Now I need the Gucci loafs
You know what gangsta get in this payday
In the green face, I'm an everyday mission nigga like Mayday
I grab the bag, I know bags that live life with no money in my hands
Stackin' big paper like, f*ck it, my hands
Too much work for the cars, we gotta truck it, my hands
Big ball of steel, findin' out a buck, it's my hands
I grab the bag, I know bags that live life with no money in my hands
Stackin' big paper like, f*ck it, my hands
Too much work for the cars, we gotta truck it, my hands
Big ball of steel, findin' out a buck, it's my hands
Poppin' some big jazz, I'm in the TP
Motivated, hustle on, that's the only way a nigga eat
Get re-incoordinated, back as Mitchie Slitter, gangsta eat
Raw colored diamonds, twinkle colors like a Christmas tree
You know there's thanks to be the advocate of CNG
Even once I touch a million cash, I'll still be in the streets
Am I my brother's keeper? That's the only way I know to be
Death before dishonor, that's the code of those that's close to me
Loyalty, but frail, took the licks of Pusha Neal
On the block and the trenches of Harbin, on the yard and jail
Gangstas never suck their tail, and we fangin' fish
So ain't a nigga that's exist, you cross the line, you get an issue
Cross they line, they try to rent a door, pedal's filled with candy
Mitch, just drive on, wear a wig and glasses, lookin' like my granny
Cousins, they just smile, they're wavin' through
I'm in the bucket, three cars back
We about to flood them like New Orleans when the levees snap
I'm in the big bags, they live life with no money, my hands
Stackin' big paper, like, f*ck it, my hands
Too much work for the cars, we gotta truck it, my hands
Big ball of steel, findin' out a buck, it's my hands
I'm in the big bags, they live life with no money, my hands
Stackin' big paper, like, f*ck it, my hands
Too much work for the cars, we gotta truck it, my hands
Big ball of steel, findin' out a buck, it's my hands
