What ever you got you should cherish ni**a

Cuz' another prolly a never get it ever

Real shit

Never got handed more you could deal with

Deal with it

Can't accept these ni**as tryna get me

So the steal kept . .

Real sh*t

Verse:

I'm yelling free my fucking co-d

Blowing on this o.g with my 9.0.G homie, if not I'm by my lonely

Devoted quote vocal pro or logic for this money

Doing what they told me don't let em' dethrone me

Or let em get to know me enough to try & expose me

But safe to say I'm really really real you can't control me

Or come blackmail look at these black males in bachs

Back to back chilled while the yack spill

They wanna hit us with plenty rack Bails

But we will not trail behind society Grimey til' we in hell

Exhale after running for dare life from the police

Even back in school I knew life had more to show me

Like friends that ain't friends

Gained a lot of them cuz' I'm nice with this ink pen

Have hoes open up off of what I am dressed in

Visions of gold throne lions as a pet man

Cone lit in left hand dome while the jet land

Disbelief in her eyes she asking why you chose me

Schooled her to fly shit put L.V on Rolly Polly's

Lb's can be afforded she wanna learn how to roll it

I told her she gotta hit it though

Cuz' you know I'm superstitious hoe

They say that's bad luck

Penny found heads up thinking I done lucked up

Boi you got me fucked up

This life a get ya head bussed

Careful what you ask for

But Imma want it all ni**a

Y'all slipping

We all split it kome see us all winning

Don with it palm on my balls chillin, dom sippin

Tar image all black main, Venchy & Margiela

Mobbin through your city

& fuck the law is the motto for us young niggas

Loud lighting you could hear us when we come hella bands & the drums with us

King I would never make not one of you design me

Money off all that work you'll think the crew retired

New attire snake I'll skin ya & make a shoe up out ya

& walk over ya corpes now I'm louibotin n'

Different mind set yes sunset at Lax

Can't wait to scoop the homie I.V. from the cell

In a all white ghost he'll say I milked the game well

To the port then the air

Remember we was so young we ain't even have bail & neither one of us tell

Salute to the real

Plus the ones dead or gone just know we still here repping till meet again up in heaven or hell

Up in heaven or hell

While we scream

Look how we engraved our names and made a way for them (2x)