I had said I was that nigga you ain't believe me
I said I was for the streets you tried to leave me
When they turned they back I ran up all my racks
(All my racks)
When they came back the packs, I had to tax
Yeah, yeah, First hundred dollars got it saved, yeah, yeah
First hundred dollars got it framed, yeah, yeah
Streets so dirty tried to frame me, yeah, yeah
Bitch so shady, tried to pin me on the babies
Ran up them racks out the trap went gotta Mercedez, yeah, yeah
Did err single thang on my own ain't nan nigga save me
Sleeping on the floor, it made me krazy
I Served my dope off in the cold and that's what made me, yeah, yeah
I know my trap house jumping cause I brought the J's out
I think the opps up to something time to bring them Ks out
I dodged every raid, I served my uncle cocaine
I'm sipping purple rain
I got pimping on my brain
Ever since I touched them racks, this shit ain't been the same
First pack I ever flipped, shipped it on a plane
I don't wanna hear no lip, bitch, I don't even know your name
I'll never complain, cause I know how far I came
I'm riding with that stick, uh huh
Busting down a brick, uh-huh
Already made the profit back, I put it on my wrist Uh-huh
She just gave me top, now this thot want a kiss
Uh-uh
I been in the mix, uh-huh, bitch I'm hard to miss, uh-huh
Told you, I was that Nigga, you ain't believe me, yeah
I said I was for the streets, then you tried to leave me yeah
When the turned they back, I had ran up all my racks uh-huh
When they came back, I put tax on all the pack yeah
First hundred dollars got it saved, uh-huh
That first hundred dollars, I had framed it, uh-huh
These streets, they so shiesty tried to frame me, uh-huh
(These streets, they so shiesty tried to frame me)
Five percent, that's the tint, put that on my windows
Thirty-round in the clip, for all my extendos
Five percent, that's the tint, put that on my windows
Thirty-round in the clip, for all my extendos
Foreign sitting on forgies, foreign sitting on forgies
I take a trip back to my
Yeah
I take a trip, in my hood yeah
Take a trip back to my hood
Got a Crown Vic, sitting on forgies, yeah
Take a trip back to my hood
Got a hood bitch, but she look gorgeous yeah
Horses, Forces, Porsches
Horses, Forces, Porsches, Porsches
Spin the f*ck off on a opp block
We set up chop-shop, smoke em' like Newport yeah
Spin the f*ck off on a opp block
We set up chop-shop, smoke em' like Newport
In my hood, In my hood, in my hood, in my hood, in my hood, in my hood, in my hood
In my hood
(The Oracle)
