Lights, Camera, Action E

Go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna Tuck 'em in. I was damn broke, they ain't Believe me, but I understand. On the road to riches, I ain't stopping till They let me in. And when they do, we Ain't stopping, I bet they think again. Lights, camera, action, shit, I'm getting used to This. But don't think I'm not in the field Still pulling skids. Big Benz sliding through the Set, I love to drag race. Niggas love to speak on the gang but be In last place. Louis V Chucks on my feet Like I got bad taste. Had to get the Belt to match the socks 'cause they ain't have BAPE. Big bread, bust down a bag, I need A fucking M. If you ain't talking about a Lot of bread, then we can't fuck with them. You wouldn't dare to mix your Wock with Trish And drop a Perc. Been in my mind playing Tricks on me, but the strap, it got like Twenty in it. Hollow points, I'm quick to bang It out, I make it hard for niggas. They say I'm phased from this thug life, it Kinda scarred a nigga. Fell to the bottom of The pit, was left to starve with niggas. But the same J ones I starved with made It hard for niggas. Slack a nigga down, I'm Out the window, that's a flatline. Better have that strap in your coat because I Got mine. You ain't never with me, had that Perc up to confine, man. Slid to the opposite side and tried to box Me in. Go against the gang, grab a sheet, We finna tuck 'em in. I was damn broke, They ain't believe me, but I understand. On the road to riches, I ain't stopping till They let me in. And when they do, we Ain't stopping, I bet they think again. Lights, camera, action, shit, I'm getting used to This. But don't think I'm not the field still Pulling skids. Hop on the road and get that Bag, that's what a young nigga into. Up on the block where it's hot, you got Your Glock, I got my shit too. Nigga homied out his mama, used a whole box Of tissue. That nigga said he had a problem Me, boy, then press your issue. And if I Put that bag up on your head, my young Niggas gon' get you. Remember pushing them Hondas, Now a nigga need a Benz coupe. That nigga Said he had a problem with me, boy, then Press your issue. Hop on the road and get That bag, that's what a young nigga into. That's what we into. Mm. I'm so sick and tired, so sick and tired For real. Ain't no sympathy for the other side For real. Felt a lot of pain, now I Live in sorrow. Where I'm from, you pray that You see tomorrow. Catch an oppa slipping, Hollow tip his backside. He a baby stone gorilla and he love the Gang slide. Chest poked out, walking on that main Line. Nigga, we ain't playing ball, tell the opps It's game time. If nigga shoot his shot, Would I miss you, bae? Would I wipe that Nigga nose just like tissue paper? If I see you kissing faces now, you gon' Fuck me later? With the uh, now I'm high Like an elevator. Tryna stack a hundred hundreds, Tryna stack that paper. Tryna touch a big bag, Write the check later. Told her these Avici suits, Not no Chuck Taylors. Told her we just friends Now, we can fuck later. Go against the gang, Grab a sheet, we finna tuck 'em in. I was damn broke, they ain't believe me, but I understand. On the road to riches, I ain't Stopping till they let me in. And when they do, we ain't stopping, I bet They think again. Lights, camera, action, shit, I'm Getting used this. But don't think I'm not in The field still pulling skids.