[Intro: Pro Dillinger]

Yeah, uh

Black & Mild (Yeah)

With the filter, smokin' niggas

Black Air Forces music, nigga (Yo)

We drinkin' tap water

[Verse 1: Pro Dillinger]

Is it me or these niggas seem off?

I'm paranoid, I can't sleep long, I gotta eat more (I don't sleep, nigga)

We smoke good, you hear the weed cough, I hear the streets talk

Got money out in Richmond and down in B-More (We everywhere with it)

Yeah, I seen a couple dollars, but I'm tryna see more (I need more)

Same nigga when the beat's on to when the beat's off

Bossed up in niggas' faces, I ain't sneak off (I did it right here)

I started cookin' in my basement, ain't take a week off

Your bitch blowin' me like C4 (She blowin' me)

I ain't got friends, so what the fuck I gotta speak for? (What are we talkin' about?)

If you ain't chip in, then what the fuck you got the weed for? (Give me the weed back)

My life up and down, this motherfucker like a seesaw

Dinner with the devil, that's spaghetti with the meatballs (Welcome to dinner, nigga)

I watch the sunset, catch me smokin' by the seawall

I got the death threats, but I simply don't believe y'all (I don't believe y'all)

Shootin', nigga, everything foul, but this ain't B-ball

I'm locked in with everyone I love, I don't need y'all

[Chorus: Pro Dillinger]

I could take you everywhere you never wanna go

Take my secrets to the grave, nobody never gonna know

I got money with the crash, but I was better with the coke

Get this paper 'til I'm dead, a nigga never goin' broke

I could take you everywhere you never wanna go (You don't wanna go with me, nigga)

Take my secrets to the grave, nobody never gonna know (Nobody never gonna know nothing)

I got money with the crash, but I was better with the coke (I'm takin' this shit to the grave with me)

Get this paper 'til I'm dead, a nigga never goin' broke

[Verse 2: Pro Dillinger]

I want the big bucks (I need all of that)

These niggas got issues, tell 'em grip up

I brought a knife with me, so it's nip-tuck (Dead)

I'm with a bad bitch that got a big butt (My bitch fire)

You with a sad bitch, you gotta give stuff to get love, that shit sucks (That shit sucks, bro)

Give a nigga flowers, bro, somebody rapper give up

'Cause I been takin' chances that nobody ever gives us (I'm out here takin' chances)

I ain't never give up

My brother showed me how to cut a brick up (Thank you, bro)

I'm always ridin' dirty, I'm the big truck (The big truck, nigga)

Passed every test, check my litmus, my niggas never get touched (Not never)

Y'all bring some hoes around and then they with us for dick sucks (Your bitch is mine)

It's 5 o'clock now, but I been drunk

You want it? Come and get some

Y'all gettin' money now, but I been up (Get the fuck outta here, nigga)

Set the bar, pullin' weight, this somethin' like a chin-up

This life got me cold as ten winters (I'm freezin' out here)

God, save a place at the table for the sinners

We no longer with the losers, only sit amongst the winners

[Outro]

The detectives know who he is

They know the middlemen, the pushers, and they know the addicts

Once the wholesaler makes a pass to the pusher, the detectives can then move in

Alright, let's get up to the roof as fast as we can

Better stay low when you get up there on the roof

They can see you from there (Yeah)

Looks like the door's open already, somebody must be up here