[Verse 1 - Jay D] Uh, me and my brothers tryna flip it, ya get it Hit the back door, tell me, is you with it, ya get it Late nights, stomach growlin’, it’s explicit From nine to five, but the check ain’t hittin’, ya get it Dreams of livin’ life like moguls do Back when ramen noodles was the go-to food I kissed shorty, then went to brag to the crew Then that slow jam hittin’ on the stereo too Hot sauce stains on the table, ya get it Freestylin’ on the block, unstable, ya get it Only thing we had to free our mind But dollar signs always froze the rhyme You lookin’ like an easy come-up, ya get it Silver spoon baby, you ain’t from us, ya get it And that’s a lifestyle we ain’t never knew So we prayin’ while we chase the revenue [Chorus - Jay D] It go fast money or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin’ Everybody gon’ respect the shooter But the one in front the gun live forever (The one in front the gun, forever) And I been hustlin’ all day, this-a-way, that-a-way Through the cuts and alleyways, just to say Shade is the perfect place to lay And that’s just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just flip your main chick That’s just how I feel, nah A dollar might say forget the clique you came with That’s just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch That’s just how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That’s just how I feel [Verse 2 - Jay D] Dreams of livin’ life like hustlers do Bump that mixtape after school You know, “Big dreams with my homies” OGs had us thinkin’ bold and holy Back to reality, we broke, ya get it Another candle on the pole, ya get it Two bullets hit my cousin in the head He told me, “One day you gon’ make it instead,” ya get it The corner store will never be the same A Gucci belt won’t ever heal that pain But I’ma cop it when that day is workin’ Slide past church with the speakers lurkin’ Gang signs flashin’ out the window, ya get it Hopin’ all of them offend you, ya get it They say our hood is a pot of gold And we gon’ raid it when nobody home [Chorus - Jay D] It go fast money or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin’ Everybody gon’ respect the shooter But the one in front the gun live forever (The one in front the gun, forever) And I been hustlin’ all day, this-a-way, that-a-way Through the cuts and alleyways, just to say Shade is the perfect place to lay And that’s just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just flip your main chick That’s just how I feel, nah A dollar might say forget the clique you came with That’s just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch That’s just how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That’s just how I feel [Verse 3 - Double F] Picture me inside them projects where the rent late and the lights out Santa Claus ain’t never stopped here, just liquor bottles and the pipes out Dope bags, residue, every day I’m hustlin’ What else is a kid to do when the fridge ain’t got nothin’ in? Gotta provide for my sister, man, get the fuck up out my way, ya get it Got that drum and I got them plans just like a parade, ya get it Drop the stash behind the bushes, pray the boys don’t catch the glance If they do, then it’s true this the last time you see me dance From the gutter where the grass ain’t cut, them serpents lurkin’, blood Shorties sellin’ love, homies sellin’ drugs, but it’s all good Broken promises, steal your chain and tell you what time it is Take your Js and tell you to kick it right where the sidewalk is In the streets with a heater tucked under my dungarees Dreams of me layin’ shaded, finally feelin’ free [Chorus - Jay D] It go fast money or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin’ Everybody gon’ respect the shooter But the one in front the gun live forever (The one in front the gun, forever) And I been hustlin’ all day, this-a-way, that-a-way Through the cuts and alleyways, just to say Shade is the perfect place to lay And that’s just how I feel
