[Intro]

Yeah

What up my nigga Claw Whats happenin nigga

Lil Ron on the Track

Helly whats crackin

Talk my shit for a minute man

Ay

[Verse]

Get money at all costs

These niggas is all talk

It is so easy to fall off

10 thousand on me with the grey Versace draws on

Could've bought a crib but I put it on a necklace

Missed the summer jam fuck it put me on the next one

Spent two zips of weed on one fucking sweater

I been getting money for the motherfuckin' record

Wapa hit me up and said "P, it's a desert"

You know I'm on my way but if I bring 'em then its extra

My doctor told me I ain't been eating enough veggies

I been out in Oakland getting P's for 27

I don't go to sleep I get cheese when it's breakfast

I don't like to beef but you know me it's whatever

They gave my nigga Skee 35 and 2 11

You got to be more careful when you driving with the stuffer

You know Chill Nephew he a hustlin' motherfucka

Left town with one, came back with double

3 thousand pills had it concealed in the luggage

This the type of shit that get a young nigga in trouble

But I touched down safe, couple days I'm back

Came up, what they got to say 'bout that

Sneak dissing nigga we don't play bout that

Same nigga fucked me over I used to break my back

To make sure niggas was straight and niggas betrayed

Real nigga at night, pussy in the day

But you know me I keep it pushing anyway

Call a bad bitch tell her put that pussy on my face

I'm a motherfuckin' vet and you rookies in the way

Drinking on that Pimp C, smoking cookie out the bay

Might hit yo' bitch once then that pussy out a day

Wearing Don C's the only time you see me with a snake nigga