Yeah… Look. Uh-huh. ITZ HIM. Let’s go. Look. Rollin’ through the city with the lights off, windows blacked out. Got a thirty in the console, tell a fuckboy to back out. We ain’t doin’ all that talkin’ for the net, we just pull up. Put the Glock against his windpipe, watch him hand the whole full-up. We ain’t askin’ for respect, we just verify the count. Ain’t nobody give us shit, so we air the room out. Used to split a twenty dollar bill just to buy a plate. Now these snake-ass motherfuckers watching everything we make. Sitting in the back of the truck, hands cold, mind racing. Still count every dollar like the landlord’s pacing. Bad habits—yeah, that’s just the lifestyle (Lifestyle) Got a little static? Keep a grip by the rib side! Stash box locked, let the blue strips stack up Cold blood runnin’, got a hole you can’t patch up! (Yeah!) Yeah, we runnin’ the game… (We do) Fuck whoever complain! Ain’t a damn thing changed— We just pull up and bang! Blue faces locked in the safe Black tint blackin’ the frame Same real motherfuckers with me Just a lot more money to our name! Step out the foreign with designer on the leather, keep the Glock hidden low when we ridin’ through the weather Ain’t no friends in this bitch, every fuckboy want a piece, so I keep the circle small, middle fingers to the police (Fuck ‘em!) Red lights, fast life, never lookin’ back, got the Draco in the trunk with the whole whip black Mouth full of murder, feet already gone, chopper start singin’, where the fuck you runnin’ home? (Brrrr!) Bitch askin’ questions ‘bout the money that I spent, I just tell her I don’t care, made her man’s whole rent Got the pistol by the keys, counting paper on the floor— Every pussy playin’ gangster till we kick in the door! Look at the wrist… (Bling!) Ice is too heavy, the shit lookin’ stupid. Whole damn chain worth more than the block I was raised in. Pull up in the pitch black, fade into the night. Ain’t shit romantic, bitch, we live for the fight. No trust. No new friends. Count the money twice. Then count it again. Used to split a small bill, now the whole stack blue, rubber bands breakin’ every time I thumb through Same fake motherfuckers laughed when the power got cut, now they blowin’ up the line ’cause the price went up! Blue strips stuffed inside the dashboard console, black tint, low beam, bitch, nobody knows Keep the circle tight ‘cause these hoes turn snake, and a broke-ass friend turn snitch for the state! Look—I don’t trust shit but the weight and the scale, if the numbers don’t add, then we send ‘em to hell Whole team eatin’, ain’t a single crumb missed, reach for the plate, get slapped off the list! They ain’t give a fuck when the rent was late Now they wanna pull up ’cause the whole squad paid Fuck a new friend, I remember them days Same motherfuckers—just more blue faces. Bad habits—yeah, that’s just the lifestyle (Lifestyle) Got a little static? Keep a grip by the rib side! Stash box locked, let the blue strips stack up Cold blood runnin’, got a hole you can’t patch up! Yeah, we runnin’ the game… (We do) Fuck whoever complain! Ain’t a damn thing changed— We just pull up and bang! Blue faces stuffed till the rubber band break Pistol in the whip and a bitch in the Wraith Every pussy acting tough till the whole room shake Heads down fast when the wrong move’s made! Bad habits— Yeah, that’s just the lifestyle. Ain’t a damn thing changed— We just pull up and bang! Blue faces… Black tint… Full clip… No trust… Same motherfuckers. More money. ITZ HIM. Yeah.
