[ Featuring ISE B ]
Ay, ay, all my key ways, listen, listen homies
When you hear my homegirl say soul, homie
I just want you to change that poor and say what you say, my nigga
But check it out, this is for all my motherf*cking hustlers
Yeah, all my grinders, you know what I'm saying
All my west coast niggas that get money, you know what I'm saying
Stack it up
It's hard out here for a hustler
With all these snitches in my business and busters
I ain't accustomed to the face shit
You make a gangsta wanna big guard Louis
Your motherf*cking just take shit
But shit, I'ma make it like crack
And drink it real hard
Until they call it a rap
Call it a rap, get it
Independent, gritting and drug flipping
Pimping, stop snitching
Nigga, the gig is up
I'm getting money with the gang, man
And it's flame as f*ck
Bro kind of same as us, pay attention
The streets don't just talk, young homie, they listen
Fully automatic system
In the back of the trunk
Trying to get the f*ck up out of the trunk
What, slut
I spit cocaine
And sip propane
And piss that flame
Let's make it like crack
Because the D-boy is back
Even though the feds is watching
We still formulating through the projects
Handing off like a quarterback
Leaning back with a quarter sack
This ain't gin, this is cognac
This the turf where my gangsters at
Get dope, breaking haters back
Yeah, it's big money, wrong kind
And we been balling for a long time
And we'll be back on top in no time
Khaki suit, Gucci shoes, and a chrome mind
Yeah, I talk shit, and I swallow spit
And I hit you in your face with a hollow tip
And yeah, I'm so good, I do it so good
Grip the wheel and the whip, the dash is all wood
And game so tight, I ran it all night
Then cook shit in a pot until it's hard white
And yeah, it's alright, but you got it all wrong
We push it stone for stone until it's all gone
They call it essays, we front a couple keys
So my wrist and my neck can drop a few degrees
Cause I'm a G-stacker, you is the hayfacker
And I drive you in the ground like a steam tractor
Let's make it like crack
Because the D-boy is back
Even though the feds is watching
We still formulating through the projects
Handing off like a quarterback
Leaning back with a quarter sack
This ain't gin, this is cognac
This is turf where my gangsters at
Get dope, breaking haters back
Gotta hustle, the homies got lawyer bills
And my seed need infamil
Gotta hustle, Uncle Sam won't dose
Mucho, luxury texas, bitch, I got the new quattro
She got a two-year-old, eat like a ninth grader
So she dancing on the sides of hair braiders
Bush made the deficit, now I'm back in the D-spot
The homie C.K. more of on the Lola with weed spots
I'm straight aim, and I'm steady like the steady gang
Clack out your brains, my niggas let a gang bang
Green flags and green strings and green chucks
I flip keys, weed, and wild liberty
F*ck the feds that's watching me
We got big diamond chains, push cane
Twenty-sixers on the range
F*ck with the zoo and the con, you might get you some change
Let's make it like crack
Because the D-boy is back
Even though the feds is watching
We still formulating through the projects
Handing off like a quarterback
Leaning back with a quarter sack
This ain't gin, this is cognac
This is turf where my gangsters at
Get dope, breaking haters back
I got knowledge that you can't get from college
Help niggas get abolished, no prints, and they polished
Alone with cocaine, they wonder what it is
We rock niggas that's hatin
In chains with colors like peacock
Attempt to take it, niggas must wanna be shot
And we don't go for punctured, it's the reason why we hot
The wrong kind only ride for the cause
While you other niggas hatin', countin' slingin' on bullets
See, I'm the type of nigga that'll give you my last
And that's in cash, and hide your ass out from the task
I'm well-respected for the work that I done done for the turf
And it hurts, cause I realize the bullshit is worth niggas a spurf
My mama told me be my own man, stick to myself
And never put my faith in another man
I struggle to buckle, but still my hustle is anything
Everyday grittin', grindin', I don't come say it's by any means
Let's make it like crack
Because the D-Boy is back
Even though the feds is watchin
We still formulating through the projects
Handin' off like a quarterback
Leanin' back with a quarter sack
This ain't gin, this is cognac
This the turf where my gangsters at
Get dope, break a hater's back
Get dope, break a hater's back
