[Intro]

You see they don’t do joints like this no more

They don’t do the [?] tracks for the people

And that’s where they go wrong

You making music for street

You got to make music for the people

They think they too gangsta to make music for the people

Even the people know we evil

[Chorus]

Look I dedicate this one here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year

Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear

This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly gеt rich this year

Look I dedicate this onе here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year

Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear

This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly get rich this year

[Verse 1]

You see I’m from the same city as the president live

We ain’t have bodyguards like the president did

We ain’t do the same good as the president's kids

We had n* in the hood selling metal to kids

This metal to kids turns us to fellas and shit

We ain’t worried about this we had cheddar to get and money to make

N* looking funny and fake

I eat [?] like treats where the yummy is cake

I ain't got nothing to say so let your money talk or talk money

Just whatever you say we don’t talk funny

Shooters with me so don’t ask me why they walk funny

And if they scare you then don’t talk to me

I think my momma know her son done had a hard grind

Real n* last longer than the hard time

Most real n* living doing real hard time

And half the time it’s not for the hard crime

[Chorus]

I dedicate this one here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year

Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear

This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly get rich this year

Look I dedicate this one here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year

Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear

This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly get rich this year

[Verse 2]

Let's take it back 2012 I lost my sis that year

Damn I was hurting like a bitch that year

I told myself I had to get up on my shit that year

So I got 2013 that was my get back year

I spent the year after that which was a quick ass year

I guess my time came cause I made a hit last year

But I know that next year is going to be my best year

I hope by next year I have that rap check here

I hope that rap check clear

I swear I got to buy my mom a house

And fuck the sucker landlord that kicked my mom out

I’m nineteen still sleeping on my momma couch

I can’t wait to get the fuck up out my momma house

I buy a pound put a fourth in the jar

Buy a big house with a golf course in the yard

Prolly out braid my broad then put four in my car

Put my squad in the booth turn my boys to some stars yeah

[Chorus]

I dedicate this one here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year

Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear

This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly get rich this year

Look I dedicate this one here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year

Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear

This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly get rich this year

Laid out my heart [?] keep your friends by your side but put your family first

Keep your head in the sky I know you covered in dirt

Know the pain that you feel I can relate to the hurt

I get paid and chill I can tell you still

I can tell you that hard times gone [?] lesson the grill

[?]

That's the pressure for real

[Outro]

And I [?] what it be understand me

Rapper man