[Intro: Starlito]

Yeah, yeah

Any nigga, yeah, yeah

Go against the

I'ma be right here

Naw, for real, I'ma be right here (Yeah)

We ain't goin' nowhere

Ah, Lito

Ah

[Verse 1: Starlito]

Bro, chill, let 'em live, they don't know no better

They your sons, they probably wish you had wrote them a letter

Fake could never be real, at least you know they gon' be hoes forever

And I know you know we know they know we two of the coldest ever (Step Brothers)

Go to all our shows with felons that can't legally tote a weapon

Arriving with some hired guns that subscribe the same code of ethics

Talkin', naw, it don't impress me, go'n and press me, I'm gonna press that button

With no safety switch, unload in a lil' more than a second

Nah, I prefer precision, laser-focused, perfect vision

Pick you off from long distance, nah, it ain't gon' work, forget it

Handicap parking, I'm worth a ticket

Damn near heartless, can't hurt my feelings

Grinding so hard through the worst conditions

Better go to church for forgiveness (Ah)

I still got the same homies from when I first was gettin' it (Grind Hard)

My DNA all in your music, shoulda signed the birth certificate

Oughta dumb it down and write a hook sometime, the verse too intricate

This shit for life, it ain't a person on this Earth could end this shit (Lito)

[Interlude: Don Trip & Starlito]

Yeah

Let that bitch breathe

Lito

Let that bitch breathe

'Preciate that, Craig

[Verse 2: Don Trip]

Say let this bitch breathe, bunch of filthy rich thieves

Every nigga with me I known since I was fifteen

Call the bank a salad bar, my pocket full of mixed greens

Sure I got the big head 'cause, baby, I got big dreams

I ain't got no conscience, though, this motherfucker guilt-free

All about my Monterey, I'll turn you into Swiss cheese

I see the bigger picture, though, my vision's on a big screen

But I got dirt on my hands that I can't seem to rinse clean

Fuck who ain't on Trip's team, motherfuck the other side

I been cuttin' friends off ever since my brother died

Family over everything, so on and so forth

You don't belong on my boat if you don't grab a boat oar

I know we used to hang more back when we was dope boys

But we ain't got shit to show for it and we stuck if we don't go forward

I don't think any less of you, sorry, I just want more

And you happy with what you got, so now I'm on my own course

I got too many mouths to feed and I can't fill the fridge with no excuses

So when life give me lemons, I gotta cut them shits and juice 'em and make lemonade

They say when you get too comfortable at home, it's time to renovate

My home ain't got no empty space

I chance it every risk I take, I know I probably sealed my fate

But I can't wait for lady luck to strike 'cause I got bills to pay

Get killed if you step in my way and that probably make you feel some way

But I seen mama work too fuckin' hard to make a living wage

A job for every kid she raised and I tell you all of that to say

I still think that she did okay 'cause she kept us off of Section 8

Long live Pif

[Outro: Don Trip]

Yeah

I still think that she did okay, she kept us off of Section 8

Long live Pif